Being a full-time dominatrix was very satisfying to her, but even doms want to play a little submissive sometimes, and Jean-Luc knew how to bring that... out in her. “Have you been a good girl today, teaching all your little students about the fine art of dominance and submission, bondage and sadomasochism?” Jean-Luc’s French accent was a huge turn on for Dominique. The irony that she had a French name, yet was British through and through never ceased to amuse her. “Yes, Jean-Luc. But the lessons. .. you know, why didn't she say goodbye? She was... didn't she love me?"She was getting ready to cry again. George stood up, got her another beer, and as she began to drink it he said, "She's a bitch, Amy. She never cared about you or me. This guy she's leaving me for, she's going to him because he's got money. She don't give two shits about him, either. Trust me."The next hour was spent like that: Amy, wearing her tight little outfit and alternately wailing and speaking philosophical while. I waited a good fifteen seconds before wiggling a little and then settled down again. I took a slight peek up at her and barely saw her pinch up the cloth again and re-wet it in her mouth. I shut my eyelids again and waited for her to try to clean around my nose again.It wasn’t more than ten seconds before I felt the wet cloth on the edge of my left nostril. Kaleigh slowly put the tip of the cloth in my nose and lightly moved it in an ‘in/out’ motion. As she moved up the cloth up to the top of. The fact is a few minutes earlier as I had been thrusting my 10 inches into Aisling’s pussy I had been imagining that it was Davina beneath me. I trusted that Aisling’s offer was genuine and not some sort of trap, but still I hesitated to confess my desire to fuck her sister whereas if it had been to fuck one of her friends or some girl from work, I would not have hesitated. However when I didn’t immediately respond, Aisling pushed me for an answer. Nervously I said “I don’t think you will like.