HOW WE SERVE MASTER

I came home the other night to find Master gone and Gretchen having a wonderful time.

She had a youngish, not very attractive girl on her knees. The top of the girl’s dress was pulled down, exposing a pair of not very attractive tits.

Gretchen had her top and bra off, creating quite a visual disparity.

The difference between her magnificent breasts and the girl’s sad udders was stark.

A little mindfucking from Gretchen.

We both do this — with Master’s approval and encouragement. Bring home a woman who otherwise no way in hell would have a chance with gorgeous sex goddesses like us (I’m not vain, just accurate) and shame them as we lead them on with sly semi-promises of sex.

Only to deny them and send them off in tears.

When I got there, the girl was licking Gretchen’s feet and shoes. Gretchen even made her suck the heels.

As I passed back and forth through our condo over the next two hours, I heard the girl begging to service Gretchen’s pussy.

Begging.

Pleading.

Even praying!

And finally sobbing, as the realization that her chance at the sexiest, most beautiful woman she would ever have was really no chance at all.

She was just being mocked.