Testing Sister Beverly

You look up at Master, wondering what he's thinking cutting your fuck session short like that. What he says next, however, makes your eyes go wide.

"Would you like a turn, Sister Beverly?" Your eyes shoot down to stare at the woman kneeling on the other side of Master. Her eyes and mouth both go wide as she gasps with excitement. The idea that your master would ask her to service his cock in his throne room never occured to her, and she's way too horny to refuse. She shoots up to attention as fast as she is able, the golden rings on her nipples sparkling as her bust bounces. She giddily steps around to in front of Master, her bust and ass bouncing as she almost hops her way between his knees. Without any prompting she kneels in front of Master's erect cock, her eyes focused solely on the length still glistening with your wetness.

When she tries to reach up and touch it, however, her hands are repeatedly slapped away. "Greedy woman! I did not say you could touch me," Master growls at her. She pulls back and stares down at the floor in response, knowing that she could easily be denied entirely if she got too aggressive.

"I'm sorry, I know you did not give me permission," Sister Beverly answers barely louder than a whisper. Her voice is quivering so much you could swear she's on the verge of bursting into tears. Master only smiles back at her, acknowledging her apology but not giving her any other orders. The longer the silence goes, the more the tension in the room builds. For several minutes the two of them continue this staring contest. Every second that passes makes your heart beat heavier and heavier in your chest.