"It's nice to meet you." I said to the woman I just married. "What's your name?"
"Um, yes. . . likewise. My name is Charlotte." She said in a small voice.
"Well, Charlotte. You are mine now. I hope you don't mind." I said, close to her ear.
Charlotte nodded lightly as her face turned even redder.
"Yes, perfect." Carla purred. "Use a little of your special magic."
Yeah, Carla is definitely getting off on this. The way she's acting, this has to be her favorite thing to do. I wonder if she gets some kind of vicarious thrill out of this. Or does she actually find it more stimulating to watch than to participate?
Either way, she obviously loves acting like a brothel madam for all these women. No wait, I'm the one being pimped out, not them. Damn. . . Carla is my madam.
