Someone had clearly trained him well she thought to herself. The sound of one sharp clap from her Dom in approval brought her back to the present mome...t."Now. I'm your Domme, in here at least. And you are likewise my submissive. My subject. You lucky boy. But what about my Dom, James?" He stared straight ahead and said nothing. "James," she persisted, "What about my Dom?" Again he stood there, nude, vulnerable, but silent.Finally he spoke, "I don't understand Miss Catherine." She chuckled. “I might be an organ donor, but I want to hang on to them at least a little while longer. Listen, I’m just not that judgmental, and mostly they weren’t either. I remember one time when the vice principal, a real tool of an asshole, was giving out a lot of shit. He had this little VW Bug, so I rounded up a few of the bikers and a few of the lacrosse players, and we picked it up and carried it over to the school entrance and wedged it between a couple of the pillars at the front door, sideways,. She was 34, an orthopedics fellow at Johns Hopkins -and unmarried. See if you can guess what was most important to herfamily. She came over and gave me a kiss. In an exaggerated Israeliaccent, she said, "Jessica, you pregnant yet? Is there a problem?Make the baby for Marty and Evelyn already."I adopted a thick Bronx accent. "So, Aviva? Nu? Have you metsomeone? It's all well and good about your job but," and I spat threetimes, "you're not getting any younger. A surgery won't keep. Her moans are also affecting Megan – her clit has swollen up and escaped its hooded shelter, a prime target for Becky’s tongue and mouth. Megan slowly feels her knees weaken, her hips rocking slightly as she pushes her slit towards her mouth; feeling the first climax approaching quickly. The room is not silent now, the girls all giving off small moans and little whimpers – nothing like Becky though; she now screams in pleasure, pleading for permission to her mistress as her pussy lips swell up.