I want to scream from the pain, but I'm not allowed to scream. "I'm hungry, and I'm cold," I tell her. "Kelly, cook Jessy's breakfast," commands Sara.... Kelly quickly replies, "Yes, Mistress." I hear her trot off down the hall. Mistress? I'm the Mistress around here. I didn't give Sara permission to domme Kelly. She is my sub. Both of them are my subs. Sara lies next to me and kisses me; I kiss her back. "I love you so much, Jessy. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." She crawls on top of me,. “Truth,” he protested, quickly snapping a shot. For ten minutes more, she posed for his camera, until he finally ran out of storage cards. “I guess that’s it,” he said, and then laughed. “It’s been fun.” “Glad to hear it.” A little disappointed that it was over, she bent down to retrieve her bra from where it hung on one of the supports of the stool. As she lifted her head, she caught Brian reaching between his legs to make an adjustment. From what she could see, he had plenty to adjust. His. "You see Bill, my friend and I are the new proprietors of this establishment. After carefully reviewing your job performance, we've decided that you're not reliable enough to work the front desk anymore. After all, you did let one of the whores live here almost rent-free for months, just for the sake of getting a few blow jobs. I know how much money that cost your previous employers, and if you were willing to do that for me, then you'd be willing to do that for the next slut who crawls between. " I said trying not to moan as her tongue began sliding up from the base of my shaft to the head of my cock. It massaged the tip in slow circles before her hot, wet mouth took hold of me. It welcomed every inch of me, her tongue rolling over me as her nose pressed into my pelvis.I couldn't believe this. No warning, no obvious signals, just a few short exchanges and I was being deep throated on the train by a stunning brown beauty in a sexy purple dress. The dress, by the way, had been lifted up.