After about an hour, Mrs. Main stood up. She glanced at Donna standing facing the wall. She had seen that bottom before and again she was impressed by the smooth, alabaster skin, the supple tone and shape of the muscle. She turned and picked up the hairbrush from the table. It was a heavy, oversized walnut hairbrush. Short boars hair bristles. The business side was smooth and polished from much use. She pulled the single chair from the corner into the center of the room.
“Alright,” she said to Donna. “Over here.”