She had one hand teen in bikinis pic on her hip, the other held her riding crop.
The crop Maggie had seen redden Chen’s ass at Diana’s hand.
Maggie could see something hanging off the end of the teen in bikinis pic crop but couldn’t make out exactly what the item was.
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…” Diana slowly shook her head.
Her long wavy blonde hair teen in bikinis pic shuffled.
Her pretty eyes seemed slightly dark.
As Diana spoke she stepped to one of the men in the corner.
“I knew it Maggie. I knew it the first night you came here.” She paused just to the side of the hooded silent figure and looked back at Maggie.
“Remember? I even told you that I knew you would test me. Well, you probably don’t remember since you were so busy trying to be a tough little bitch.” Diana looked at the man who continued to stare straight ahead and cup his genitals.
She raised the crop and dragged the limp item that dangled at the end over the man’s hooded face.
Maggie hadn’t moved, only her eyes followed Diana’s movements.
Her breathing had quickened from nervousness as she struggled to get a feel for Diana’s tone.
Her voice was soft and almost contented.
But Maggie had heard that voice before and knew well it could quickly turn very harsh.
Diana moved to the opposite corner and dragged the limp item over the hidden face of the man there.
She clucked her tongue in her mouth.
“I knew it was just a matter of time.” She ran the item all around the man’s head, down his chest, over the backs of his hands, then again turned to face Maggie.
Diana held the crop out in front of her and as she slowly walked toward her, Maggie realized that it was a pair of panties hanging from the crop.
“Yes, so busy trying to be a tough little bitch that night. But I guess my finger buried in your ass got you over that pretty fast now didn’t it?” Diana’s lips curled into a thin devilish smile.
Maggie’s mind whirled as she tried to sort out what was happening.
Her anxiety grew in her chest and she could feel her palms sweating atop her thighs.
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Diana slowly and deliberately strolled past Maggie.
Beyond her gaze she rubbed the panties over the hooded heads of the reaming two men and then came up on the other side of Maggie.
Maggie could see her stubby purple-nailed toes as Diana moved past her.
She stepped up next to the teen in bikinis pic pile of clothes Maggie had teen in bikinis pic folded and placed neatly beside the simple chair.
With her back to Maggie Diana kicked the clothes to the side of the room where they landed in an untidy heap.
