‘What is it Bitch?’ Grace glanced up to Alyssa with her puppy dog eyes and then back to the bathroom. ‘Do you have to go outside?’ Grace look...d up in confusion before sticking out her tongue and panting, her head shaking in anticipation. ‘You better hold it. We’re in for the night,’ Alyssa sternly admonished. ‘You should have thought of that before we came into the house, Bitch. And if you even think about shitting or pissing inside the house,’ Alyssa held up her hand to make her point. Grace. Finally I pulled her up by the ponytail and our tongues met in a wild, sloppy kiss. “Is you jaw tired?” She nodded, breathing hard. “Your tongue is going to be sore tomorrow from all this fucking head you’re giving, isn’t it?” “Yeah. But I want to finish you off like I did the first guy,” she whispered. The first guy. It was so exciting to remember that she had just taken someone else to completion in her mouth. “You want to drink my come? Take your second load from two. - I decide when her hands are to be tied behind her back. If her hands are not tied, she still has to ask for permission to use them.- She has to ask for permission to try and make me cum.- If she doesn't say where she wants my cum, I will just cum inside her mouth.- She has to be on her knees at all times, unless I give her permission to stand.- If I cum but my dick is still hard, she might have to keep working.- If my orgasm was good enough, she will get rewarded. She will earn the right to. We both had long distance relationships for most of grad school until they ended around the same time for the same reason – our boyfriends were assholes and cheated on us. She found out about hers first and ended it immediately. She then helped me see some similar patterns of behavior in my own boyfriend and I connected the dots. We swore off men for a bit, focused on getting great jobs and promised each other we would never be hurt again. So far, so good. When we go out, we flirt, we touch,.