“And you want to be degraded and dominated as well.” It was a statement more than a question.“Fuck that feels so good,” I moaned out biting my...lips. “Yes, Mistress K.”“Are you my whore?” She asked in a demanding voice. “Tell me that you’re my fucking whore!”“I’m your whore,” I said getting close to orgasm.Her hand stopped pleasuring me abruptly. I was on the verge of both orgasm and tears. She grabbed my head soft enough that it didn’t pull my hair but forceful enough that I knew I had to. Her face began to soften as Kristen’s smile appeared. The last several regressions when she emerged from her catatonic state Kristen surprised Miles as her personality has slowly matured each time. Kristen reached down to her feet and took her socks off and brought her legs up to the couch sitting Indian style like she has always done in her past therapy sessions. Once again her light sundress slipped up her upper thighs just like an egg slides out of a non-stick pan. She continued smiling. She leaned over and put her head against mine."Maybe you should make him inhale whatever it is that's in that little bag. Then you could have the other two arrest him." she suggested."Not bad. Not bad at all. And once he sobers up, he can confess to whatever it was in that message."Lilly kissed the top of my head. "Sounds like justice to me."I reached over, took hold of one leg and pulled her into my lap. She squealed happily, settled down and snuggled her shoulder under my arm."I like the way. I was hard as all fuck now. She returned and laid down next to me again and said OK star. I reached up under her top and placed my fingers on her tummy and was rubbing around for a few minutes when I began wondering if she had any panties on. I rubbed all around and eventually I could feel some peach fuzz hairs and her limited pussy hair and then I felt her slit. I almost shot a load. she held my hand and said um-mm that feels good don't stop. I continued to rub around but she was now steering.