..No!She was a woman who took and did not give. A woman who had a simple and easily understood need. She desired servility and compliance, no matter h...w odious her wishes. When that service was not rendered, when that slave baulked at the price of her satisfaction she took it anyway and inflicted pain and punishment as her persuasion.When I looked her in the eye as she entered my stall she had me beaten. When I spoke, cried and begged her mercy she made absolutely sure that I would never be. I was shaking with desire, my mouth watering as my sister dipped her finger inside her hot cunt. When she withdrew her finger it was dripping with her juices. She ran her wet finger around her hard clit in small circles, teasing herself. Kristy slid her fingers back down, and this time penetrated her pussy with two fingers. Again, she drew her dripping fingers up to her clit.She placed her middle finger on one side of her clit, her ring finger on the other, and gently pinched her clit between. Daddy and Chantelle had gone their separate ways, looking for alternative entertainment and I decided that I had caught back my breath and needed something more myself. I slid over the floor to another friend, Denise, who was happily sucking on the rigid cock of Anthony, another guest. As I reached her I could see cum all down her thighs and some still oozing from her pussy. What else could I do but dip my tongue in there and taste that lovely nectar despite having no idea who it belonged to. Ms. Monroe frowned and sat forward, clasping her hands together before her and drawing her feet beneath her seat. She fixed me with an icy glare, then beamed her viper smile. I felt myself shrink under her scrutiny, cowering before the overwhelming presence of this maddeningly compelling woman. "I want you to listen carefully, Ella, because I'm going to say this only once," she began, her voice low and steady, almost monotone, the kind of intonation you use when giving a c***d her final.