Handcuff handicap! Addyson Queensbury Vs. Death by Seduction

Addyson didn't back down even when Sandy spoke. She leaned in so her lips brushed against Sandy's cheek as she went to her ear. "Talk is cheap, poppet. I just hope that you're still able to speak so boldly when someone's trying to shove a cane up your twat while another girl is ripping your tits off." Addyson whispered in Sandy's ear. She didn't like using such nasty language and she kept it quiet so Pip wouldn't hear but she still had a point to drive home.

Addyson's knee slid out from between Sandy's legs and she lifted up her hand patted Sandy's cheek. "I'm sure you'll keep a stiff upper lip about you when the time comes, poppet. If I didn't have confidence in your abilities, I would not have came to you. Now then." She said as she tugged at her coat and began to walk away. "Regardless of circumstances, there is absolutely no excuse to miss tea time. Pip!"

The redhead stiffened up and saluted her mistress. "Yes, ma'am!"

"I'll trust you'll have everything ready for us?"

"B-But! But I haven't had time to..."

"Better hurry then..."

"R-Right!" Pip yelped and ran ahead, trying to scramble to where Addyson and Sandy were heading.

Sandy found what Addyson had to say and the pat on the cheek to be quite condescending, she figured it was just Addyson's way.. Just like sarcasm was hers.

"An' I'll all be sure to keep the correct upper lip stiff.." She muttered, crossing her arms and moving off, a bit of the cum mix between Addyson and Mitra being smeared on the inside thigh area of Sandy's body suit "May'll be a mute point... ol' Cassidy tends ta want me injured and out of action rather then humiliated and worryin' 'bout STDs.. What ever she all tries I'll be ready, believe you me."