I've bathed her lithe body and brushed out her hair.

She stares back in the mirror, reading my eyes.

Holding our gaze, she takes my hand and covers her naked breast.

My legs grow weak as I press and feel her nipple grow against my palm.

"He'll soon be here to fuck my cunt," she says, debasing his love with vulgarity.

"I know, my lady."

"And then I will be yours to love. To touch and taste and use as you wish."

"I know, my lady."

"Then why so glum, my sweet?

"I just wish he didn't stay to watch."