No, she heads back out into the hallway.

“I should really go Miss Domme. I’m sorry”

“That’s fine. I have plenty to keep busy here. We’ll see you later, Toy”

Lynn padded back into the tiled marble floor of the wide hallway. The stone was cold on her bare feet. She passed many doors both closed and open. As she strode down the hall she admired the large pieces of art, and oversized paintings. It was then that she heard the familiar of Laura, Lynn’s owner.

“Hello, Lynn. I was wondering where I might find you.“ Lynn turned and faced Laura .

“Hello, Mistress.” Lynn cast her eyes down at the floor, as Laura walked slowly around her, appraising her. Suddenly her arm shot out, and she grabbed a handful of Lynn’s hair, and pulled her into a nearby room. The room was small, and simply furnished, with a queen sized bed, a dresser, a desk, a side table, and two large chairs. Laura threw Lynn to the carpeted floor at her feet and fell into one of the overstuffed chairs in front of Lynn. Laura sat back in the chair, and ran her fingers through her hair, Looking down at Lynn. Sliding down in the chair, she positioned her legs wide and on either side of Lynn’s naked body.

Laura was dressed in a simple “little black dress” with a pair of smart looking sling back heels. As she spread her legs open in front of Lynn, she saw Laura’s pussy was wet, and the tuft of reddish pubic hair was moist. Reaching over, Laura grabbed Lynn's head, and **** it between her thighs. She moaned encouragement to Lynn, as the new ****’s tongue tasted Laura’s juicy cunt, paying special attention to the swollen pink bud that was Laura’s clit, making her mistress cry out with pleasure.

"Eat my pussy, you stuck up little bitch," Laura gasped, one hand forcing Lynn's head firmly between her legs, while the other kneaded her own large tits. "Shove... your finger... up my ass..." she gasped, crying out as Lynn obeyed.

"Oh fuck, yes" Laura moaned, her legs shaking as her orgasm approached. "Suck my clit," she commanded, her entire body bucking as the former cheerleader brought her mistress to climax, and then greedily lapped up her flowing juices, and leaving Laura breathless. Laura motioned for Lynn to stand, and then lean forward, and the two of them kissed, Laura savored the taste of juices on Lynn's soft lips

Then, Laura stood, and kicked off her heels, and quickly stripped off the skimpy black dress before sitting down once more in the chair. “Again” she said as she grabbed Lynn’s wrist and pulled her to her knees. There was no mistaking what she wanted Lynn to do. Taking both hands, she was pulled Lynn’s face to her steaming, wet sex. Lynn paused, her face just inches from Laura’s pussy. The smell of her mistress’ arousal filled Lynn’s nostrils.

Teasingly, Lynn extended my tongue towards Laura.. She could hardly believe that she found herself turned on by the whole situation. In fact, at that moment she wanted nothing more than to satisfy Laura. How could that be, after all that had happened? And why was she horny? Did she really enjoy being a sex ****?

Lynn’s tongue glided over Laura’s slick labia, eliciting a loud moan from Laura, who pushed her pelvis into Lynn’s face, her wetness covering Lynn’s lips, nose and chin. Lynn’s tongue caressed the folds of Laura’s pussy, filling Lynn’s mouth with the sweet nectar. As Lynn’s tongue once more found Laura’s clit, she instinctively began to flick her tongue rapidly back and forth over the hard nub.

" Oh, god, yes, Lynn! Don’t stop! Make me come” Laura yelled.

Laura’s pussy slid back and forth over Lynn’s face as she orgasmed. Her thighs clamped around Lynn’s head, and a second gush of Laura’s juices filled her mouth simultaneously. It became difficult to breath, as Laura continued to grind her pussy into Lynn’s mouth. Dutifully, Lynn continued to lick and suck her mistress’ clit until she finally slumped in the chair, spent and exhausted.

"You'll be spending a lot of time on your knees from now on just like that, between my legs, licking and sucking my pussy. You eat pussy like a real first class lezzy. I suppose that what all the girls do on the cheerleading team, when their not giving some jock a blow job, right?” Laura said as she looked down at Lynn, her face coated with her mistress’ juices.