He stroked and prodded Constance, all the while crudely continuing to compliment her physical attributes. Eventually, much to her relief, his attention was diverted to the board game on the table.
‘I wonder what this is all about,’ he mused, leaning over to carefully study it. ‘Better not touch anything, just to be on the safe side. Wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of your master.’ He turned back to Constance. ‘I wonder how long he’ll be gone for. Long enough for me to have a little fun with you, eh?’
Constance was looking for the perfect master…
…he demanded the perfect slave!