“Embarrassing.”
“Humiliating, you mean?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mistress. I felt humiliated. I want your friends to like me. That’s important.”
“You never have to worry about that. My friends, by definition, will always like you because, if they don’t, they will no longer be my friends.”
Alex’s eyes widened. He appeared so moved by hearing this that it embarrassed Kimberly and made her blush. Abashedly, she inserted her foot into Alex’s mouth and smiled down shyly until she recovered.
She crawled up the bed beside Alex. She gathered the remnants of lotion from his thigh into her hand and began stroking him again. “Beg to c*m,” she whispered, her face inches from his.
“Please, Mistress. I love you. Kimberly, please, may I c*m?”
She pounded him with her hand. She gave him p
