I could feel myself beginning to cum. My skin was covered in goose bumps and I was shivering uncontrollably. My hips moving up and down, I came with H...ather's tongue inside of me. Feeling my pussy spasming around her tongue and my body shaking; Heather stopped and raising her head, she looked up at me. "How did that feel Anna?" she asked me. Hardly able to speak, I managed to whisper out an answer, "Amazing, I want more." Smiling her face shiny with my juices, Heather replied, "Of course, you. Now sit still and listen.”Her eyes got big, but she nodded.“In any successful Dom/sub relationship, there has to be a high level of communication, understanding, and agreement. Those things eventually lead to trust. I explained already, and you have done just fine in both understanding and obeying me.“I’ve used hypnosis merely to emphasize the things we’re doing, and to open avenues of play that we could not otherwise explore, like being gangbanged at your former high school.“But now I want to. "And toast," I added.We rose quickly and ran down the stairs to the kitchenette."Kelly?! What are you doing? I thought you were vegetarian." I am. But I have a. confession to make ... and a favor to ask of you. I was hoping that by making a really traditional, cholesterol-loaded, American breakfast, I'd butter you up so that you'd at least listen to me without tearing my head off." Oh... ?" Both Jill and I were suspicious."Yeah ... why don't you go for a quick dip in the pond to wake up while I. She ordered a scotch and soda religiously, to the point the bartender, Sonny, had it waiting for her when her bottom, firm and beckoning, finally sashayed its way to her bar stool. She spoke to no one, save the occasional quips that occur between bartender and familiar patron as rounds are being refilled. She just sat. Staring into her glass, resigned to tolerating the occasional puff of smoke blown into her face by another drunken, rude stranger, she drank. She sat, and she drank and, then,.