I say “spread those fucking legs you bitch, you are my whore and I want you now. I want to fill you with my spunk”. I spit on your face and spit o... your lips, your tongue flashes out and licks my saliva. Then I start to tighten my grip on your throat my fingers pressing against your arteries cutting off the supply of air to your brain so the inside of your head starts to throb with the heartbeat in your cunt. still my cock is plunging into you, and sliding out of you. pushing into you, then. I had to leave the room. Even if this was all a ruse and Molly knew, even if Sleeping Molly was actually just a devious Molly too afraid to tell me, I couldn’t face reality in front of Chris. It scared me too much.It was just about midnight when I gathered strength I didn’t know I had, assertively knocking on the door and answering the open door with, “We need to talk.” Molly, of course, barely said a word, and worriedly invited me in. I took the invitation quickly, and sat down on her bed.“. And then the little gesture that really got to me - the sensuous flip of the right wrist, the hand deftly tucking some stray hair behind her lovely ear. Then straightening up to take him deeper, her head rearing back, knees rearranging themselves to clasp his sides and support her weight, her hips undulating with the rhythm. My mouth was hanging open when it finished. After I got over my original astonishment - and arousal - I rewound it to watch it again. Whereupon I was faced with. But that was pretty much what I did, thanks to Kat and the knowledge that I did what I did because I wanted to, because I wanted to prove to Mistress, those people, to myself, that I was hers.Still shaking and trembling I watched Kat curl up at her Mistress' feet, longing to join my Mistress, too, but even more determined not to move before she allowed me to. But then she did and I knelt at her side, happy, satisfied, but most of all feeling quite proud. It was a bit late for a cappuccino, but.