I know that can't be happening. I showered this morning, washing off the remains of yesterday. Washing off the touch, the embrace, the kisses. Washing...off the outward connections made over the course of a day. I know it can't be happening.Yet I can still smell her on me. I close my eyes and inhale and she is sitting next to me. I open my eyes and it...she...is still there next to me. With every breath, I take in the oxygen that sustains my life, and I take in the fragrance that sustains my. She is very conservative and doesn't even swear so this caught me off guard. Soon my light licks became heavy like a horse and using as much saliva as a llama and all focusing on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head tighter and told me she was about to cum. I licked her faster and faster until her juices flowed into my mouth.She told me to stop and pushed my head away. She curled up into a ball on my bed. I thought I had done something wrong. She looks at me and says, "no guy has ever made. My big sister is a sex crazed dyke," she laughed.Hearing her call me that, a dyke, I rubbed faster on my clit and came hard on the seat of the car. My feet pressing against the hot dash as I felt wave after wave rack my body.When we arrived home, Meagan made me completely disrobe at the front door. True to her word she fastened the leather collar around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. We held our embrace as I stood naked in her arms until she broke our kiss and instructed me to go to. SMACK! “Thank-you mistress.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Anna continued her punishment on Crystal’s ass, each stroke raining down harder and harder until I distinctly saw tears rolling down Crystal’s face. I wanted to interrupt but Anna just smiled wickedly at me with each stroke, as if telling me this was all acceptable punishment. “How’s our little slave?” Anna asked in a demanding tone. “Good, thank-you, my mistress.” Crystal sobbed, her voice cracking from the torture she’d just received. Her ass.