As Derick walked away, Camilla slowly sat on the bed, holding the blanket and silently crying. Despite being in her thirties, she had never experienced such extreme ups and downs in life before.
She had thought that she had finally escaped Earl's clutches, but now, she found herself falling into the hands of another even more terrifying man. Although the thought of suicide had temporarily subsided, it didn't mean she could easily come to terms with what had happened.
Derick stepped out of the bedroom, and the three women—Gina, who was cooking, and the other two, who were holding clothes—had already woken up. Blushing, the two women fumbled awkwardly as they helped Derick get dressed.
They were not foolish; they had naturally heard the loud noises from last night and knew what their master had been doing. Moreover, Derick's penis, which seemed perpetually firm, was still covered in semen and love juices, giving it a glossy appearance.
