The girl looked into her mistress’ eyes, desperately seeking some sort of explanation. She pulled off the covers and climbed on top of her, slipping her soft, wet tongue between the girl’s lips and feeling the submissive gently massaging the woman’s tongue with hers. XXX She sat in her car and cried longer and harder than she had ever cried before. “What do you think I did with her?” she teased. She pulled Katie into the back seat and sat her upright. Madame X got out of the car, then guided the girl out behind her. “Yes. The dominatrix finally grabbed the girl’s head and pulled her in, inserting her tongue into Katie’s warm, soft mouth. The man smiled and handed her a manila envelope. “It’s time to go now.” Katie
