. whatever ... you say ... whatever ... you command" Good, now knock off the robot talk, you'll talk like a slave not a robot" Yes" And you'll refer t... me as Mistress Whitney and you will not awake until you hear the snap, at which point you will remember nothing that has happened" Yes" Yes, what"?"Yes Mistress Whitney" Very good slave" Thank you Mistress Whitney" Yes, you are a good slave, so show me how good and show your beautiful body" Yes Mistress Whitney"And with that she began to remove. I began stroking his cock and balls through his pants. Marc knew what I wanted, what I needed, and undid his pants, pulling them down. He leaned back in his seat and I know had his hard cock in my hand. Without thinking, I went down on him, taking his dick between my lips. Spurred on by lust, I urgently felt the need to have him fill my mouth. I paused for a moment. I savored the moment. I savored the feel of his cock in my mouth, the flavor, the soft but firm form of his manhood.I moved my. Oh my God. Is this really happening? He kisses me again. My legs are wide open and his fingers between my legs, touching my wetness. And now he rolls over and peels off his own top, pulls down his trousers and shorts and I see it for the first time, I see his cock, already hard and bigger than I ever imagined, standing fully erect between his flat belly and his broad thighs and his round heavy balls.My fingers reach for it, desperate to touch him, and my hands looks tiny as I hold him, so I. }Sharon did eat a big breakfast, then she said she was going to lie down for a while. When I asked her why, she said she was still exploring Shaniqua's memories.The rest of us discussed going in to work for a while. Bonnie decided she had some things she needed to take care of and Missy wanted to look over some new properties one of her assistants had found. Tiffie had been studying under Bonnie, so she accompanied them.Jude, Cindi and I decided to stay with Sharon. We didn't accomplish much,.