She asked me to do two hands but I told her that I need the other hand to hold on to the towel. She responded by saying that she has seen one before ...o don't worry if the towel falls off. As she commanded I took it off and sure enough the towel fell on the floor. I began makin my way to her other side. She began to squirm and out of the blue I felt this warm sensation on my tip. I looked down and her lips was on my tip just sucking it off. I didnt say anything and just continued to rub her. If you don’t want that to become public knowledge, then you’re going to tell me who complained to you about me.”“That’s blackmail!” gasped Gracie.“Call it whatever you want to,” said Mindy. “I want the names.”“It doesn’t matter,” said Gracie. “I changed my mind about it. You being pregnant is of no consequence.”“They’ll just complain to some other board member,” said Mindy. “I need to talk to them, that’s all.”“But they came to me in confidence,” moaned Gracie.“And the accused has the right to. ”“You’re here till Sunday…….I want that pussy again….you’ve tasted me, seen me up close. You can tell I’m clean. Next time I want bareback, okay.”Margie gathered herself, pursing her lips.“Let me think on that.”“Shave your pussy too for me.”“Fred’s already a bit suspicious. I don’t think I can.”“Tell him you were trimming for your bikini and it got out of hand.”Margie chuckled.“Let me think on that too.”“mmmmm…….just in case you can’t make it back……….bend over.”“I have to get back. I haven’t. My arms were the first to fatigue. I focused on the pleasure of Master’s feet on my back and the plug inside my ass rather than on the strain in my arms and shoulders. I chanted inside my head, “my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all, my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all” and I replayed the memory of coming without Master’s permission. That thought made me want to sink to the floor. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take.