“I’m in love with you,”

Well that's a surprise. You look at Anna's face to see just what game she's playing, and her eyes are mesmerized. You thought Kristen was the biggest bitch she'd ever met not that she was in love wit her. Of course, those two things aren't mutually exclusive.

Anna seems completely smitten, as if she'd been right on the edge but the taste of Kristen's cunt pushed her over. Kristen greets this news with a big smile. "Come to think of it..." she says, "I do remember telling Robert not to fuck you, because I wanted you to myself."

Anna moves her juice covered lips close to Kristen's face. Her chest heaves up and down. She's completely overtaken by lust. You're not sure you've ever had the affect on a girl that Kristen is having on Anna here. "You made me cum so hard... I felt like I was cumming for days... but you never contacted me after. You ignored all my texts."

Kristen shrugs, "Because I don't care about you..."

"I love you!" Anna interrupts quickly. "I hate you. I love you."

Kristen is enjoying every moment of this. She glances over at you with suspicious eyes. Yes, you're still watching. "Did you really bring me a cock as a gift?"

Anna glances over at you too, looking completely disinterested. You realize it was all a ruse, all a game. She used you to get to Kristen, which you wouldn't even mind, except it turns out neither of them has any use for you.

Anna lowers her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had given them up. I have nothing else to give."

Kristen places a finger on Anna's chin and lifts her head up. You think the two are about to kiss, but they don't. "You have something much better to give," Kristen stands, her glistening bald twat even with Anna's mouth again. Anna goes in for a lick, but Kristen shoves her away, then pulls off her barely there dress. Not that you couldn't see every desirable inch of Kristen's body anyway, but it's somehow different seeing her naked, completely naked. She spins Anna around, so Anna faces her slaves and finally tells her what she has to give. "Your self respect."

Anna nods eager. "Yes... of course."

And Kristen takes the dress, rolls it into a little white rope and wraps it around Anna's neck, and pulls it tight. Anna gasps.

"Beg me to make you cum." Kristen demands.

Anna is breathing very heavily. "Please...." she says, on her knees, slowly spreading them. Kristen's collared slaves hover closer.

"Even though you don't deserve it," Kristen is loving this too much.

"I don't..."

"And you know it will never happen."

"I know."

"Even my girls here won't do it." Kristen tightens Anna's makeshift collar "You're lower than them."

"I know..." Anna says again, a tear slipping down her sweaty cheek.

And as much as you'd like to watch this debauchery, it's pretty clear that you're no longer needed or wanted here. You glance around the room. It's fairly crowded. Hell this whole building is fairly crowded. Surely there have to be famous beautiful people around who would appreciate your cock.

You glance back at Anna and Kristen.

"Spit on her!" Kristen demands of her slaves and they take turns doing just that. One of them spits on Anna's face. Another on her tits. Another on her face again

Then again maybe Anna needs help. Or maybe Kristen needs help.