I smiled slightly behind the blindfold.
The head maid—Saori, early forties, always composed and proper—was still peeking through the gap in the door. Haruna and the others had their backs to it; with the blindfold on, they assumed no one else could see. Saori thought she was invisible. I decided I would give her something to remember later.
Haruna's voice cut through the room, bright and commanding.
"You. Come here and bend down on the bed."
She was pointing at Yelena. Even through the blindfold, I felt the shy hesitation before soft footsteps approached the bed.
The mattress dipped. Fabric rustled as Yelena climbed up and settled into a doggy position, knees apart, back arched.
She was wearing the same special erotic lingerie as the others—soft fabric with deliberate open holes that left her stiff nipples, her dripping pussy, and her tight asshole completely exposed and pointed toward me.
