It was all the delicious things that made me feel my control with every syllable.“Good girl. The second idea is that everything in this room is for ...y pleasure and that includes you, your orgasms, everything. When I want you to cum for me, I’ll command you to. Asking for it is a good way to end up with more suffering. If it pleases me, I’ll order it, understood?”“Yes, Master.”I smiled. “Good girl. Let’s start with some basics, some things you already know. From now on, now that we have those. ....so what would I do these next few days ? the more I thought the more depressed I became, and now it was going dark on the worst Christmas eve ever. I'd just poured a very large Scotch with a view to getting 'stoned' and sleeping my way through the festive season when the front door bell rang. "Hell ! what are you doing here - and you're soaked through." It was my brother, "Mum and Dad's gone on holiday - you know - here's a towel..dry yourself....where's Susan?" He. Ewwww, that slut?s mouth smells like a hotcunt. I?d swear there were fumes rising off those hot panties.? ???? Glenda had been watching me. Her handswere in her jeans as she leaned forward and swayed her torso. Glenda wasglaring at me with lust, masturbating. Her tongue darted out to lick the droolfrom her wet lips. Bending over the counter to sniff the panties, stillredolent with cuntslime, she continued to frig herself. ?Glenda,? Inga cooed,?she?ll be ready for you shortly. We?re going to. "Well, the first time she said didn't join in because she wanted a whiteguy. When we had a white guy come in to mess with the copier, she said shewanted a tall white guy. Then when that big Italian guy from the supplycompany came in with the paper, she said he had to be a tall white guy withlight colored hair. And then when the guy from the deli came over, she saidit had to be a tall white guy with light hair," said Vicki deliberately, "andgreen eyes." I've never been ashamed of them,.