He looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Well, it didn't work. Thinkyou can let me go, now?"I looked down at him. "Mistress. 'It didn't work, Mis...ress.' Tryagain." Well it didn't work Mistress, think you can... let... me.. Go...?"His face was scrunched up in confusion...I nodded my head. "I could... totally. And in fact, I will if you askme again, but as your mistress I'm forbidding you to ask that. But Iam commanding you to thank me for making you my slave..."He closed his eyes and. I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her inner lips. My tongue danced on her asshole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger into her pussy until it was good and lubed, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her asshole. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the same moment I plunged my finger into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.She let out a loud groan and kicked like a scared pony, mashing her. He finally lost it when he had to enter the kitchen fully laden to find Becky leaning over a counter, scrolling through what looked like a fashion magazine.“Becky! for fuck’s sake, I am working my ass off here, Brenda is too, it’s a madhouse out there, Kitty is working flat out, you are letting not just yourself down but also us and your boss, Kitty; we need to work as a team,”“Whatever!” she replied, and just flicked over another page.Tom glanced at Brenda, who just shrugged in acceptance, he. ”My dick was pounding. By the time the story was over, we had arrived at Ange’s house surrounded by tall trees and a large hedge. It was all very beautiful and private. Two incredibly beautiful women came through the door to greet us, first Vic, and that took some time as the women were hugging and kissing and basically fondling each other. They didn’t seem to notice or mind me as I got out of the car. Both remarked how beautiful Vic looked (she did), how fit she looked (she was) and how happy.