“I want you to think about this last week. Slave or Mistress? Pornhat What did you do to me?”
Antsy shifted uncomfortably. Equals. Kristina slid next to me; her perfume was light, flowery, intoxicating. “Just remember how Sister Louise dominated you and took your virginity. I clamped onto her urethra and swallowed the disgusting, acrid drink as fast as I could. “No…um…maybe I could…well…drink your piss. “I…fucking shit.”
Then I fled. I enjoyed being her slave. Her finger pressed against my lip. “What was that for, Diane?” Sarai gasped. Diane grabbed the glass and disappeared into her kitchen for a moment; my eyes couldn’t help but follow the sway of her curvy ass. The miracle.”
“The Hoax?” Kristina asked. Short for Samantha.”
“Sorry,” Kristina muttered.
