"Rachel? You won't believe who came to visit!"

Mackenzie remained still, Marianne's grip in her hair not leaving too many options. Unless she decided to fight her friend, which she definitely didn't have it in her. The whole walk here, Marianne's spanking, the scent of her friend's pussy - all happening while experiencing the snug grip of the belt - everything put her in a nearly hypnotic state of arousal. She began lapping gently at Marianne's folds again, her confused mind telling her that this may help with her own arousal.

Mackenzie was snapped soon out of that trance as Marianne spoke. Unable to look up beyond her friend's tummy, she assumed at first that Marianne was talking to her, but soon enough Mackenzie felt a chill coming down her spine when she realized that Marianne was speaking on her phone, and especially with whom. "Rachel? You won't believe who came to visit!". Marianne's voice was smug, brimming with excitement.

The pause seemed to last forever, before Marianne laughed. "Yes, she's right here with me. Tried to convince me to give her the key." Pause. "Yes, I know. Of course she's still wearing it." Long pause. "She's ... uh ... horny as hell." Pause, then Marianne's voice lost a little of its confidence. "Uh ... I ... had her lick my pussy." Marianne's tone became a little agitated and defensive. "Yes, Rachel, I understand that" Even more defensive now. "Bill is away, and I was just ... a little carried away." The pause lasted a little longer. "Look, I called you to tell you about it. It's not like ..." Marianne's sentence was presumably cut because the last thing she heard was the disheartened tone of someone that just realized she did a big mistake. "Yes, Rachel."

Marianne put the phone down and looked at down at Mackenzie. "Rachel's coming over. She'll be here in a few."