Esme wore a Black leather bra with silver studs lining the upper rims and straps. Two thin silver chains hung down over the cups of the bra and her purple pendant dangled down between her breasts. Her curvaceous body was pale and her milky skin was flawless. Her black satin panties were all but covered by the leather harness strapped tightly around her hips. Protruding from the front of the harness was a ten inch long, black silicone dildo. I stared at it in horror. The intimidating length, the frightening girth, the veins surrounding the firm but pliable surface.
I sat, naked and quaking, still on the hard floor where Cami had left me. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer and I couldn’t pull my gaze away from this monstrosity. Cami had joined Ciarra against the far wall now and Esme took her place on the chair in front of me. She sat comfortably, legs spread, slouching, her hands resting on her thick, creamy thighs.
“You like what you see, my pretty little slave girl?” Esme snickered as I cowered in the corner. “Get that sweet ass over here and kneel in front of Mama.”