I drag us left suddenly, and into one of the town’s larger buildings. I gather the Marshals are close on our tail, but I hide myself and Maraldi into the nearby cloakroom and wait. Muffled banging – still loud. Shouting. I think they’re calling for us to come out. Doesn’t matter. I hear footsteps down the hall, making their way towards the door. It opens. Silence, briefly. I press my finger to my lips with a wink – Maraldi just rolls his eyes, frustrated at the situation, but wary of the footsteps returning our way. The curtain opens quickly. ‘Now how did I know it would be you hiding in here?’ Madame ‘Erotique’. I breathe a sigh of relief. Any of the other girls might have just handed us in then and there. Thankfully, we were well acquainted – not that the harsh slap across the face I soon received made that completely noticeable. ‘Why were the marshals at my doorstep then?’ Hands to hips, she pressed in closer – it was difficult to maintain eye contact with a lady slightly. He turned and headed for the door. She paused for the briefest of moments before accepting the inevitable; she bowed her head and followed Him out, oblivious to the barman desperately trying to return her change.Once outside, He turned to face her, and was met by a remorseful and repentant figure quite the contrast of what He had encountered in the pub. He smirked.“Can I assume that you are deeply ashamed of your behaviour, and wish to make it up to me?” he inquired. Now, repentant for her angry words she may have been, but she was NOT in the mood to let herself be pushed around. She said nothing, and continued to stare at the floor. “Bethany, I asked you a question…” He said expectantly as His palm reached out to her cheek, fingers extending toward her chin, lifting it up until her eyes met His. Again, she said nothing, but her pussy contracted slightly at the weight of His words. She hated it when her body betrayed her like this. She held His gaze unwaveringly eyes for all of ten.
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