"Good girl," I say with a wicked grin, "the night's not over yet." I take a minute to enjoy the moment. Damn I came hard. My dick is softening in your...mouth, and the warmth still feels amazing. You're looking up at me with wide eyes as your tongue flicks back and forth against my cock's sensitive head. You're driving me insane and I can feel my dick beginning to stir again. Fine, if you want to play, we'll play. I pull my dick from your sloppy mouth with a pop and step away from you. I lift you. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sir shows me the iPod. It has a strange antenna device. How odd. I frown as I try to figure this out.“This transmits what’s playing on the iPod to the system in the room.”, Sir answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna. “I can hear what you’re hearing, and I have a remote control unit for it.” He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, flat device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, insuring the ear buds are. She bet more than one knew how to handle herself on the street, or in the sack.When it got dark she ambled over to the dorms, finishing up a bag of Doritos. She caught sight of Dawn again, walking out of the dining hall with a couple of girls and now sporting a red leather trench, her smooth hair ratted up to match her dark eye makeup. Faith guessed what kind of an evening they had in mind, and followed them to the subway station.The three girls sparked up in the alley outside the club, which. Like I know my colleagues from the restaurant. Like I remember my mom, my sis, my real sister, I mean. But I know I am not she. Not now. Not ever do I want to be her, anymore.I am Giselle. I am Angique's girl. That thought makes my blood surge. My body and soul are Angique's. She is the woman I need to call Mistress. I cannot live without her anymore. She is the woman who watches me as I try to please her. The woman I convince myself of watching me through the overhead mirror. Giant cocks.