She licks and licks but can't get to the center of that tootsie pop

You get up to talk to Stacey. It'd been ten minutes of her riding Krissi's face, ten minutes of building pleasure, horniness and frustration for your ****. You weren't quite sure, at this point, how long she'd let it go on. Whether, maybe, she'd happily suffocate Krissi to the point of passing out. You weren't going to let her cum right now, that was for sure.

You lean close to her flushed face, a bead of sweat runs down from her forehead to her neck, into her cleavage. She still has that sexy, skimpy leather top on. Your cock stirs. She lets out little cute gasps and moans as Krissi's tongue works on her. Her face is a mix of concentration, rapturous pleasure, and frustrated anticipation.

"Tell me **** Stacey, has Krissi made you cum yet?" you say loud enough for your victim Krissi to hear.

"No, master, that little slut hasn't made me come. Even after you spent all day working me up. She's worthless, she's pathetic -" Stacey's insults were cut off and undermined by a moan of pleasure.

"That's a damn shame. So she's not just a pervert, she can't even eat you out well enough to take advantage of this generous opportunity we're giving her. She sounds completely useless. What are we going to do with her?"

"I think we need to make her useful master. It's doubtful but there's a chance - mmmmmmm - just a chance that this cumthirsty bitch can be partly salvaged... Oh god this is going to drive me crazy! STOP LICKING YOU USELESS SLUT!"

Krissi had redoubled her efforts when their conversation began, **** hold on to the tenuous thread of hope you two had given her. It had pushed Stacey beyond her limit, and your overstimulated **** had to hop off Krissi's face and take a break to stay sane. Krissi wasn't her master, after all - she didn't have to endure tormenting pleasure from her.

"We own you, bitch, and one way or another we'll make you useful to master. But I could tell you were really trying just now, as worthless as the result was was, so I'll give you a choice..." Stacey said.

Krissi stared at Stacey. Tears streamed down her eyes and mingled with the copious juices covering her face. Stacey had been gushing, even as she was held back by your marker commands from tipping over the edge. Krissi could probably have made Stacey cum twice over without your intervention. Well, too bad for her sometimes the game just wasn't fair.

"Do you want me to start reforming you from the bottom, or the top?"

Krissi stared in confusion. The bottom or the top? What the hell did that mean?

"Your ass or your face you dumb slut! CHOOSE!" Stacey ordered!