Victoria smirked as Vakentine tried to teach her a "lesson" on slaves. "Ah dear Valentine duely noted. But aren't slaves also meant to suffer and want, if just for a little bit? I am sure your mothers arousal was topped up a notch because I denied her request." Victoria didn't back down until she had to, that was her charm, she was smart and cunning, yet she knew also when to submit to the whims of the Ambrose men. She liked challenging them, she was the only woman that dared do so and get away with it.<br/><br/>As he ran his fingers over her body, she shivered with delight. His touch set her body on fire, as he went down her body, she wanted more from her precious Valentine. She purred like a kitten being rubbed. Victoria didn't even flinch as his finger dipped  into her folds. She just smiled that wicked smile of hers. "Yes Valentine I desire your mother and you and Cyril, that's no secret.", a soft moan slipped from her lips as he stroked her. She wondered just what was going on in that mind of his. She purred once more as he separated her nether lips, waiting to see what his next move was and whathe had in store for her.