He sat down next to me and stroked my hair and smiled. He quietly said, ?Just because i didn’t let you cum, that doesn’t mean you didn’t please ...e. You did please me, slave. Along with a few other people.? He smiled again, his smile lighting up His eyes. ?Master, can i please wash my face?? i asked. ?No,? He replied. ?I want everyone downstairs to know what you’ve been up to.? We sat there for a few more minutes, Master holding me and stroking my hair while i gathered some strength back. When. ”“Well, yeah,” he said, patting me on the shoulder softly, “but I was talking about maybe finding a better time for your battles. She’s about to go into a studio and do a televised interview for the first time in five or six years and you decide now is the best time to lay into her.”“Then she needs to pick better times to make me her fucking whipping boy,” I replied. “The last time I slept was Sunday night. It’s now almost supper time Tuesday. I’m too fucking tired to put up with whiny fucking. We then entered the club, headed straight towards the bar and sat next to each other. They had nice and loud music inside and I noticed two guy strippers dancing on the stage with girls and guys around them. That was the only difference I could feel in this club from regular clubs. Both of us got our drinks and then started chatting. While chatting with her, my eyes kept slipping to her cleavage every now and then. Talking to her in person was very different than texting and I was pretending to. Lisa's legs seemed more athletic next to Chelsea's longer ones. In fact, her thighs looked downright powerful as did her rather muscular calves. I thought back to Chelsea's hand rubbing that bare skin. How nice would that feel! In contrast, Chelsea's legs seemed soft and less shapely, but very nice in their own way. Definitely, both were very sexy young women.Inside, we grabbed a sandwich each, a bag of chips to share, and a soda apiece. Chelsea slightly objected when I handed the lady my money.