My Secret Life in Paris. Lucy Salisbury

the wet grass without hesitation and Giselle went over to them, while Adrienne barely acknowledged them and Sabrina continued her exploration of my body.

      ‘Top off, I think. Let’s have you properly bare.’

      My T-shirt was hauled off over my head and I was left topless. Sabrina nodded as I put my hands back on top of my head.

      ‘Very perky, and very obedient. Wherever did you find her?’

      Adrienne pushed a hand between my legs from behind as she replied. ‘Last month. We caught her peeping at us, so now she’s mine. I call her Cochonette.’

      ‘What a naughty girl. I hope you gave her a good spanking?’

      A powerful shiver passed through my body at the crucial word and Sabrina laughed. ‘Oh, my, she’s one of those is she? Does Cochonette like her little piggy bottom spanked?’

      She was speaking right into my face, her finger under my chin once more, her tone full of mocking laughter. My blushes must have been enough to give her the answer and I couldn’t bring myself to make the awful admission, but Adrienne stepped in.

      ‘She likes to be punished, yes, but it’s better to whip her, or she’ll enjoy it too much. Come along now, Lucy, where are your manners? I’m sure Sabrina would like to see what you’ve got packed into those skintight jeans.’

      I hesitated and glanced at the two men kneeling beside Giselle, but they were both looking at the ground and seemed to have been ordered not to watch. It gave me an odd feeling of power, for all that I’d been ordered to take my jeans down in front of them. My hands went to my fly, popped the button and eased down the zip, but before I could wriggle my jeans down over my hips Adrienne took hold, stuck her thumbs down the waistband and gave a single sharp tug. I gasped as it all came down, jeans and panties too, down over my hips and lower still, into a tangle at my knees, leaving my bottom and pussy naked as well as my breasts. Sabrina ducked down as Adrienne spoke.