An hour of pleasure

Cathy's grin got very wide. "Why, an hour would cost you yourself, my dear. Suki is very very good and an hour needs something worthwhile. Should I give you Suki for an hour, I would have both of you. Obviously, you're here working every day and I'm going to be in classes during the week, but I would come and visit you on the weekends."

Sue's face got warmer with mixed horror and lust as the American girl spelled out her doom, should she fall. Her left hand had risen to her chest and her right firmly massaging her cunt through her jeans. "Oh god, would that mean I'm Suki's inferior in this?"

Cathy thought for a minute. "How about this then? If I get YOU personalized too, we could trade off, week by week who's higher in the rankings. Unless, of course, either of you gave me reason to feel one was better than the other. At the beginning, you'd both be on par."

Suki's face was wet with tears. Sobbing, she asked, "Have I displeased you, Mistress? Am I not good enough anymore?"

Cathy glanced at the naked, bound Suki. "No no, my dear. We're just discussing compensation for the job. Look at it this way, if there are two of you, you can keep each other occupied while I'm busy."