”The smile disappeared, “I think you have forgotten the gravity of your position Suzy.”“That’s not my real name. You know what it is. Use it.... Shithead.”Standing up, returning my glare, “No. Not unless you become my submissive. Only until you give up this c***dish act of yours. You get your real name when you become what you truly are. You can have orgasms, pain, humiliation, whatever you want from me from now until noon on Sunday, but unless you give yourself to me, ask me to be your Master…you. Her kisses were like fire on my skin and I clutched at her feeling the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. Her lips traveled back and forth between my breasts, her tongue flashing out as she kissed and licked at them passionately as my hands guided her head. I was beyond caring and closed my eyes enjoying the moment."Frolic," I barely heard my Dad speak from the doorway. The girl had heard him and started to pull away, but I held her tight. "Frolic…, when you are done with this interview,. The extreme transition from upset to passionate submission caused her pussy to instantly flood. Here she was pressed down against the soft bed no match for Tom’s strength. Seizing the moment, Tom pressed his lips against hers with a lustful and seductive kiss. Their tongues met and intertwined for the better duration of five minutes. Unable to breath and gasping for precious breath, Tom broke off the kiss and let go of Jenny’s wrists. Rather than move or fight back she stayed put as Tom. Seconds passed with their breathing and heartbeats seeming to join. She hung gasping from the straps as he finally eased himself out of her exhausted, soaking vagina. She looked up. Her feet on the cold tile could barely keep from slipping away, her legs buckling. In the mirror, his eyes were dazed, his face flushed. The herbal scent of the candles suffused her with the sweet memory of the burning drops on her breasts, stomach and thighs. Remember, she thought, remember it all. She felt his.