“So Trey, is she any good?” Sarah asks.

Trey grunts. “Yeah. I think so.” He agrees nonchalantly, as though he’d always known she would be.

“Would you like to fuck her tight little quim?” Sarah asks mischievously.

Trey considers, looking down at Janet’s bobbing head. “Let her finish first. I remember John always made sure his subs blew him. He said it was all their mouths were good for...” he chuckled.

“Yes. I remember...” Janet agreed coolly as she started to unlace the restraining arm binder. In a moment she had it off Janet and the freed girl started to run her hands up and down Treys long thick cock and fondle his balls with relish. Clearly she was losing herself in the role of a cocksucking slut, her repressed needs suddenly overwhelming her.

Sarah laughed at the enthusiastic cock sucker Janet had become. She was like a puppy unleashed at the park, wild with mindless enthusiasm and unrestrained glee. “You’ve been denying yourself, haven’t you Janet? That was foolish. All this time you’ve wanted to suck cock on your knees, but you’ve been using other subs as your proxies, when you desperately wanted to be just like them. And now you know the truth of it.”

Janet made wordless noises of affirmation at Sarah’s words as she worshipped Trey’s cock with her small mouth on her knees. It was true. She’d wanted to be controlled, dominated... fucked by a dominant person. She’d hidden from the truth. Sublimated her need. And it had grown. Now she couldn’t escape it.