The one thing that stood out in Christina's mind about this change in status was that Sylvia was less physically brutal, not wanting to leave marks th...t would turn off her clients. As if in compensation, she became even more psychologically cruel, punishing Christina for even the smallest imagined slights, making her do repugnant things like pleasuring her at night time and even cleaning up after the whore's clients left for the night.Sylvia seemed to derive considerable pleasure having the. She suddenly rolled off the sofa, and looking at me, with a flush on her cheeks said, "I need a drink. Want a Pepsi?" I nodded. She disappeared, and was soon back and handed me a Pepsi, and put hers on the end table. "Need a leak," she said. She was gone about five minutes. When she came back. she had obviously washed her face. She took a drink and sat down across from me in one of the easy chairs. Even now she was still a little flushed. She smiled a funny smile and said, "That story was. When G had asked if I wanted to go back to the Pussycat Theater, I thought about it. We had gone the night before and basically made out while he fondled me. I had felt safe and of course, turned on by the men looking at me. It had surprised me how well behaved they were. Not at all what I expected. Of course, since then I have learned there is basically an etiquette or protocol if a couple comes in. What G calls pussy rules- she who has the pussy rules what happens and her man controls the. She wrapped her lips around her own nipple and sucked until it fell out of her mouth and jiggled back into place. Her breasts were large enough that she could do that, and she knew it drove me wild. She lifted her other breast to her lips and did the same thing. The popping noise as it escaped her mouth almost made me cum by itself. I chewed on my lip and watched helplessly.Her hand slid down her lube-covered body and I was forced to watch the delicious reflections of light dance across her.