... she looked down at him struggling to keep control already and felt incredibly empowered at her ability to do this with someone who was usually so ...n control, so selfless and so good at prolonging their lovemaking. Reluctantly, Kitty eased off his cock. Pete sank to the seat under him and Kitty leaned forward for another deep and passionate kiss, her cool breasts warming in the water as they floated supported yet sensitive still.Kitty knelt on the edge of the seat, her hands grazing over his. The girl becomes the woman's live-in lover, her servant... her slave." S-slave..." I repeated, my eyes locked on Ms. Sharp's eyes. My heart was hammering, my skin felt like hot lava."Yes. Because, sometimes, women can be slaves to other women. They can exist for the sole reason of bringing their mistresses pleasure, they can live for their approval, and crave the sweet sting of their punishment." Yes," I breathed, understanding what she was saying though I'd never heard the words before, had. Well, she threw a hissy fit – all upset and angry that I didn’t "de-flower" her and that I had made a mess on her thigh and on a small area of the fresh bedsheet. In between sobbing and screaming she made me get a wet towel and clean up her thigh and damp bedsheet. Then she switched sides on the bed and made me lie on the still damp bedsheet. I didn’t know what to do and apologized profusely to her with tears running down my eyes. I promised her I would “satisfy” her in the morning !PS I never. Time to forgive yourself, and make better choices.’ ‘I’m trying,’ she answered. ‘I know. You don’t have to go it alone. Lean on me. Me and Wendy. We’re your family now.’ She nodded. We didn’t speak anymore, and I kept my caresses PG, until I realized she was sleeping on my chest. I was awake, thinking, when Wendy opened the door. She looked in on us, and smiled. ‘You wore her out?’ I put my fingers to my lips, and beckoned her closer. ‘Talked and cuddled, that’s all,’ I said softly when she was.