“Where is Shane?” Susan asked, Jenny crawling at her side, blind-folded
and Tina set her jaw, pointing without speaking to the whipping post
where Jenny belonged. Jenny would recognize her voice, and she wasn’t
ready for that at least not yet. No one but Shane knew yet that she
worked here and she intended to keep it that way.

Susan sighed, tugging Jenny to the post and instructing a young male
Dom to administer 100 lashes to her *****, admonishing him not to break
the skin. His eyes lowered in obedience.

Susan made her way back to Tina and sat down,

“As I said before, where is Shane?” Susan asked and Tina waved an
impatient hand as if the whereabouts of her slave didn’t much matter.

“With Jo.” Susan stopped, her hand hovering on the table, her head shook.

“What?”

“She’s with Jo. Shane was bored, I’m sure that Jo won’t hurt her. Too
badly.” Tina added, smiling and wondering why she’d given up Shane so
easily. She hated having her away from her, but Shane also needed time
to breath every once in a while. Tina’d been driving her hard, not
allowing her to be pleasured since she’d acquired her. If Jo saw fit to
play with Shane, that was fine. Shane was a big girl after all.

“Yes I’m sure” Susan said, leaning back into the chair, her mind
running amuck with possibilities. What did Jo want with Shane? Was this
a soft spot in the normally hard edged Jo Wheaton, a weakness. Susan
rubbed her hands together quietly, relishing in the fact that she may
have found Jo Wheaton’s Achilles’ heel.

Tina nodded toward Jenny. “I’m assuming there’s a story behind that.”
Tina asked, seeing Jenny’s ***** as red as blood and the wetness dripping
down her spread thighs.

Susan smiled coldly. “Oh yes. Marina needed money.”

Tina’s eyes widened. “She came to you for help?” Tina’s surprise was evident and Susan had to smile.

“That wasn’t her intent, I’m sure,” Susan grinned, “but I offered, she accepted.”

“She sold Jenny?” Tina couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice.
Tina leaned back, unaware that this had been the type of relationship
that she and Jenny had been forging. She was impressed as she pushed
aside the papers.

“For a month,” Susan purred. “She’s quite lovely, don’t you think?”