Paige Standing Next To Sandra

Paige was seated and smiling at me and Paige was standing next to her. Paige was holding up the front of her skirt, and Sandra had her hand against Paige's pussy.

"Just in time!" Sandra said happily. "I have two fingers in her cunt and I was about to ask her some new questions. Are you ready, Paige?"

Paige was squirming slightly, and was wide-eyed and blushing, but she nodded her head.

"Tell me, would you like my man here to massage your breasts?"

Paige, breathing deeply, looked down, then away to the side. "Yes," she murmured.

"And would you like him to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth?"

Paige shifted her weight back and forth as Sandra held her hand in place. "Yes."

"Would you like him to push you on your back on the bed and fuck you hard?"

Paige's eyes bulged in panic and she looked around frantically, but there was no way out for her. "Yes."

"Would you like to sit on him, his cock buried deep in you, and buck up and down on him, while I flog your ass good and hard?"

"I..."

"Yes or No," Sandra said, as if talking down to a child. "It's a simple question."

Tears of shame welled up in her eyes. "Yes, but... yes," she said in defeat.

"Would you like to suck my pussy while he does you doggie-style?"

Paige gasped, and glanced around. Despite being taller, she managed to look up at me, pleadingly. Suddenly, she tried to press her knees together as Sandra stared rapidly frigging her. "We-we don't have that kind of - that's not - please... I'm not a lez..."

"Yes or No, ****."

"Yes," she sobbed, tears of shame streaming down her cheeks.

"Would you like to rub your pussy and suck a woman's pussy - my pussy - while he does you up the ass?"

"Master, please!" Paige wailed. "Please, make her stop!"

My answer: "You aren't some 98-lb. cheerleader pinned under a 300-lb. linebacker, Paige. You can easily make her stop on your own; we all know that."

"Master, Plee-ee-ease..." Paige whined.

Sandra continued, "Sucking my pussy, rubbing your pussy, taking it up the ass... would you like that? Would you enjoy that?"

Paige took several deep breaths, then managed to drag her answer out, "Yes!"

Paige gasped loudly as Sandra pulled her fingers out of her pussy.

"Now clean them off," Paige instructed, holding up her fingers.

Paige reached for Sandra's hand, but Sandra pulled away. "Use just your mouth, and keep your horny wet pussy exposed to us."

Paige leaned in, closed her eyes, and gently licked Paige's wettest finger with the tip of her tongue. Within a few seconds, Sandra had her sucking on the two fingers she had been using, while Sandra worked them in and out of her mouth. Paige's mouth followed Sandra's fingers for a moment as Sandra pulled her fingers back. Paige took a moment to regain her composure as she stood there, rubbing her thighs together.

"Okay!" Sandra said, slapping Paige on the ass. "Now make us some dinner."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

As Paige busied herself in the kitchen, a shiny line of drying pussy juice visible on her leg, I leaned over and kissed Sandra on the lips. "She'll sleep like a baby tonight," I whispered. "But don't you have a problem with this?"

"No, I'm proud that other women find my man sexy and attractive. I learned a lot about you from her, by the way. Servants are amazing sources of information."

"So... would you care to join me here?"

"I... want to, but... there's one major concern."