“When Taisha first told me about the uppity bitch, she brought down, I thought she was exaggerating.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle,” I replied with Taisha continuing with her taunting fingers. I whimpered and begged pathetically, but she would not let me come. There was no need to rush, slow and steady was driving her toward a climax that had been building in her for hours now, and I was the cause. “Last call for alcohol before dinner, we need to close the bar while we eat.” Said Principal Turner. I replayed the multiple references she made to our relationship not lasting forever over in my mind. After seeing your tools and hearing about your prowess, these all seem so inadequate. Even so, my face was frozen in place, eyes wide, staring at them both standing before me. But my mind replayed Taisha pinning me against the wall of Mr.
