"Feel yourself, Rachel. Pay attention to your needs, too." Again, a muffled reply, but I feel her fingers begin to move. Keeping my hand on hers, I fe...l her toying with her labia through the silken garment. Her fingers run the length of her slit. She pauses and finds her clitoris. Her fingers flick at it gently. She resumes rubbing herself through her panties. I remove my hand from hers and watch her as she surrenders to her emotions. Totally enveloped in lust, she sucks me. Besides her lipstick needing reapplying, she’d also have to touch up her foundation and mascara from the involuntary tears that always come from a good mouth-fuck. “Perfect, just set it back where you found it, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. You’ll have to tell me how it goes with Melisandre!” “Yes, Mistress Dominque.” And with that, Michael puts on the rest of his clothes, zips his fly and walks out the door, eyes still submissively lowered to the ground. Mistress Dominique smiles to. After the despair, then came the sense of regret.The sense that I had no one else but myself to blame. And the despair and the regret were joined by a single malt. Always my friend in moments of sadness and reflection. As I poured myself a drink and started thinking through all of the consequences, I just about had the presence of mind to pour from one of my own bottles. Rather than the twelve-year-old Highland Park that Francis had given me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I was. I want you out of here, I don’t want to see you anymore. You can come get your stuff when I am not here.”, She cried at as she ran up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door shut.I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do, so I just sat there waiting for her to come back down the stairs. I could hear her crying up there. I wanted so bad to walk up there and hold her in my arms, and comfort her. But I just sat here in silence, thinking.Finally after a couple of hours, I heard the bedroom.