Prudence, the secretary of The Pussy Power Company, with the body of a porn star and the brains of a fish, walked up to me. We stood nipple-to-nipple,...face-to-face. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear: ‘She is mine, Jo-Ann. You leave her alone.’ She must have seen me eating Victoria’s pussy, the new owner of Pussy Power. I didn’t take too kindly to threats. I retaliated by cupping my hand over her shaven mound, inserting two fingers in her still dripping pussy. Pushing my tits flat. “There’s a towel in the corner if you want to get it for me, so I don’t leak out your cum too much.”“You won’t need a towel just yet,” Dan replied, kissing his way down Vicky’s sensual body.“What do you mean, just yet?”“I like to clean up my own mess,” he offered as he kissed his way down her ribs. He gently nibbled on them as he watched her stomach rise and fall from her breaths. He kissed her belly button then to her hips. He nibbled on her thighs, followed by lowering his head between her. My mind wandered again.After Selene got involved with Peter, her topping sessions with me came more frequently. She would insist on my eating her pussy whenever she wanted it, and she would chain me to the bed and teasingly masturbate me.I enjoyed her topping me, but she wasn't asking me to top her anymore. One Saturday, I asked her if I could top her. She was quiet for a while before she replied, "No. Since I've met Peter, I really enjoy acting like your bitch top now."Yep. Selene enjoys. Failure to answer means this ends immediately. Do not call this number without permission.”It was a pretty sleepless night as my nerves were stretched. I arranged to take a later than usual lunch and found a bench in a quiet spot in a local park, arriving there at 1:50pm. I held the phone in my hand, my heart beating hard and very nervous indeed. I was expecting to be kept waiting until closer to 3pm but just after 2pm the phone range. I answered it.“Sissy cunt”. His voice sounded ‘normal’ (not.