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Buying the Virgin

The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Nine

At his words my pussy shudders and spurts, soaking my panties.

My Master smiles sideways at me. “See, it’s working already.”

Embarrassed, “How do you know, Master?

He grins. “Charlotte. I know.”

And at that, Daniel enters the office again.

“Daniel. Charlotte and I were just wondering if you might like to join us for dinner this evening.”

The dark, delicious man pauses, looking firstly at me, then back at my Master. “Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner. I believe Charlotte has an extensive menu planned. She’s rather a good cook you know.”

I am?

Still, I play along. In fact, I am not too bad a cook, and my Master is clearly enjoying his set-up.

Daniel looks really pleased. “I would love to come to…dinner.”

“Good.” says my Master. “That’s settled then.” He pulls a wallet from his jacket pocket and tosses it to me. “Charlotte, why don’t you go out and buy whatever ingredients you need. And get some good wine too. Dan, do you prefer red, white, sparkling...?”

“Um, I suppose it depends what’s on the menu….”

“We’ll leave it for Charlotte to decide then.” My Master has a twinkle in his eye and the smile of the devil.

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I keep it simple. I am not a fantastic cook, but there are some things that are hard to get wrong. Starters: prawn cocktail. Mains: steak and salad, with just a quick check on who wants rare, medium or well done.

We sit together, me, Michael, my Master, and Daniel. The meal goes down rather well, and after an enjoyable hour of chat, wine and food, Michael pushes back his plate.

“That was a great dinner, Charlotte. What’s for dessert?”

“Um…. Well, I was rather hoping that would be me….”

All three men burst out laughing. “Charlotte tartare” it is then.” chuckles my Master. “Served rare, and with very little dressing. Shall we…...?”

I am a little unsure of where we go from here, but Michael and my Master both stand, placing themselves either side of me, moving like a synchronised team.

How do they do that? Some sort of secret code?

I reach to embrace my Master, but…

“Don’t forget your manners, Charlotte,” he says. “Offer ‘dessert’ to our guest first.”

Daniel looks mesmerised. He pushes his chair back, making room for me to slide in.copy right hot novel pub

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