"Get a good look, Master" the Mistress coos, climbing onto the bed and massaging his wounded cock roughly, "and tell me if that's not the best tongue ...ob you've ever seen?" H-hard to say" he croaked out, voice hoarse with unachievable desire."Mm, I bet you're imagining our little innocent right now on her hands and knees, servicing your cock like she is that unfeeling wood, aren't you? Seems a waste that she's spending all that energy on nothing, but she has to exercise that tongue if she's. She hoped Joey would make it into this lab. He would be happy with the possibilities.Then Joan sat her down on a chair next to a puny desk where Joan's lab journals and her laptop were resting on layers and layers of paper printouts, commercial flyers and other junk. For the next hour, Joan gave Deirdre a run-down of her own research project. Deirdre had a warm feeling of sympathy listening to the petite Asian girl. She really lived for her work and that was something Deirdre could relate to.. We went to bed leaving Susan fingering her holes in the living room.In the morning, we came downstairs to see Susan gone. Hearing the shower in her room, we saw her come downstairs dressed for work. She said, “Master, Mistress, are you both staying tonight?”Beth grinned. “Yes, we’ll work you over again.”She shivered. “I will do anything for you.”Beth smiled again. “You will have that opportunity.”She left and Beth shortly thereafter. I went by my old apartment. I collected mail from the central. “I figured that you’d want a bottle of this too,” Wendy said holding up a bottle of mouthwash.“Oh yeah, big time, I can’t stand the smell of my own breath, let alone kiss you,” Karen took the two bottles of water and downed them both, “I need to have something in my stomach. I don’t think I’m done throwing up.”She took the bottle of mouthwash from Wendy and took a big swig, gargled and rinsed several times. She spits the green liquid on the floor outside the shower.“I better take some of that.