Carrie was clearly more than just a bit of a nutcase, and she was already dangerously self-medicating at the moment, according to most accounts. These...were character flaws that could be easily exploited for maximum result with very little, if any chance for a blowback upon us. Shit happens though, but I kept those darker thoughts to myself.My proposed plan of action was fourfold:•First, get more hard facts via a phone tap on her landline to hear exactly what criminal activities she was. A perfect harmony of fear, anxiety, nervousness and sexual tension. Mistress walks over to a nearby table. She’s wearing her usual tall black heels, but with fishnet stockings this time and a shiny, deep purple corset. She carries over two large water bottles, full. Mistress hands one to Ashley and the other, to the girl. ‘I want you both to drink the whole bottle. Whoever finishes last, will get a little punishment,’ Mistress instructs. Ashley looks at the heavy bottle in her hand and then. " Me too," I smile then, forgiving him, showing him that all I need is clarity.I've told him it's my thing, my fantasy, my goal. To be absolutely understood. I think he's forgotten, or more likely he doesn't understand how quickly my direction can change. I leave my pie unfinished, my coffee cooling in the harsh glare of safety and follow him out.As we cross I-5 on our way to West Seattle I look at my reflection in the glass. The old me, the new me, is there a difference? I'm beginning to. We laid there and I kissed and sucked Liz's perfect tits as I stroked her "clit". She was soon fully ready and I worked my way down. I got to her "clit" and stared at it for a few seconds and I took a deep breath and began to do something I would have never thought I would do!Liz's "clit" was soft and warm, yet hard! It wasn't so bad and I knew Melissa was about to explode watching this and playing with her pussy so I did the best I could. I sucked Liz's "clit" and fingered her ass and she.