Only two weeks ago he asked me out." I explained in a way to make it clear to John that this guys antics annoyed me. "Sounds like he's trying to wease... his way in. I can't blame him," John said in reply. "What do you mean you cant blame him?" I asked John hoping he was going in the direction I secretly wish he would. "Well I mean, you are a very sexy woman, so I can't blame him for trying to get you into the sack." At that moment my pussy started drooling. That's exactly what I wanted to hear.. “But thanks for pulling over.”“Don’t worry about it,” I reply, wishing I’d shaved this morning, or at least changed my three-day old shirt. “I hate to see a damsel in distress.”“My Galahad.” “My Guinevere,” I counter, and she smiles again, reaching up with thumb and forefinger to hook her sunglasses down a fraction, peering at me over tortoiseshell frames. To my complete lack of surprise her eyes are a perfect baby-blue. But of course they are. “So,” I ask, deciding to play along, “where. .. thought you were Brad coming back. Guess you’d better come in so I can close the door.” She scurried away and returned wearing a robe. I’d had a real good look at her front and back. As I said, she was skinny. No real tits but some good sized nipples. No waist and fairly bony hips. A big light red bush at her crotch so I couldn’t really see her pussy. When she turned I watched a pair of cute buns move as she walked.I got a hard on immediately and it didn’t go away when she returned covered. ... uuummm, why would she O after being a reluctant slave? She had no idea, but clitty just throbbed.Linda had a choice, she could have food wiped through her own pussy, or food through Lisa's. She knew it was a test, she knew the choices. She was hungry and had to decide. She didn't want to put on another humiliating show and use her own pussy, but she also didn't want to submit to using Mistress Lisa's juices. She was hungry and had to choose. Linda saw it as a loose/loose option, for.