... a choice in the matter?” the kneeling girl asked incredulously.
“You want it just as much as she does, Jean. Admit it.” He replied.
“No, I don’t.”
“You don’t? Then why did you flirt with her the other day? Why is your pussy getting even wetter with each passing moment? You want her to eat your pussy. Don’t you?”
She continued to deny his claims for several more minutes, but he kept questioning her and demanding that she accept her feelings. She couldn’t deny that her pussy was indeed wet from the thoughts going through her mind. She kept imagining that Rogue’s face was between her thighs and that she was munching on her pussy as if she was starving to death. Her pussy throbbed excitedly as those images played out in her mind.
“Y-yes, I do.” She finally admitted, lowering her head once again.
“No, Jean. It’s ‘Yes, master.’ You will always respond with respect to me. I have helped you to see your true self and I deserve your respect. Now, try again.” He told her.
“Yes, Master. You’re right that I want that. Please, will you let her eat my pussy?”
“It’s up to her whether she does or not.” He said, turning to the southern belle. “So, what do you think? Do you want to eat her ...