I stood before the pile of three women who were my pets, gazing at every curve of their bodies offered up so meaningfully.
My hand descended, starting from the top. I stroked Angeline's small yet firm buttocks, her skin smooth as velvet beneath the useless black lace. Then, my fingers moved down to Gwenneth's larger, plumper, and utterly tantalizing rear, which quivered as she lay atop her mother. Finally, I reached Delilah's—the biggest, most perfectly rounded, with a fluffy white cow tail peeking from between her tempting cleavage.
"So," I said, my voice low and husky, "Which of you wants my big carrot first?"
Chaos erupted immediately.
"Me! Me, Master. I'm the bunny, Master! The carrot is for the bunny!" Angeline shrieked from the top position, her face flushed but her eyes sparkling with fervor.
