Jordynn turned her back for a moment, sniffling and wiping her tears. Back to me, she reluctantly pulled her print top over her head, and placed it o... the chair, then released her bra, placing it on top. Turning back, she showed her magnificent pierced nipples and said “Johnathan…Please…”But I was having none of it. Snapping my fingers and and pointing to the floor just in front of me, I stood. Jordynn knew what to do, like she knew her damn place, and slid to her knees in front of me. It. “Since a healthy portion of Alice Guthrie ... isn’t on the menu, I guess something with chicken maybe. Surprise me, why don’t you?”“Oh Michael, it feels a million years since we ... were together. I loved you, I really did, but it’s all about Jeff these days. I’m sorry.”“Don’t be, Alice. My memories are still fresh.”“You have always been such a sweet young man,” she said to me.I went back to thinking about my day, closing my eyes while I did.“Dinner,” was said much quieter than I was used to.I. ”“Oh!” Marcie said, marveling at his endurance.“I was all for it and told him to fuck me again. Fritz smiled and said ‘Tell me to fuck you like a whore!’“I can’t tell you how hot that made me. I must have screamed it out ... FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM!”He took me repeatedly, I sucked him, took him between my titties ... have you ever?”Marcie quickly nodded affirmatively.“And—and when he began licking me I must have fainted. He was still tonguing me when I revived and discovered that I was. And the dreams were far from innocent. Marge was the mistress and Kat was the sub. She served her mistress in every possible way, including sexually, and her mistress bound her and punished her and used her. But she could never tell Marge about those dreams.“Sometimes. You have been in my dreams occasionally for as long as I have known you.”“That’s sweet. Thank you.” She gave each nipple an extra tug. “Tell me about the most recent one.”Kathleen gasped. She couldn’t describe that one. It was.