I had not been having the greatest of days. First my car wouldn't start. Somehow the headlight switch was turned to always be on. My husband called and had a friend stop by for a jump start. Then that guy's car had sputtered and died blocking the driveway because he was low on gas.

We had to wait for yet another friend to bring a gas can. When I finally arrived at work, my boss had asked me to step into his office. The company was struggling, and they had decided to downsize. I was given a small severance check, and then was sent home. It had only been a twenty hour a week job, but it still hurt to get fired.

I have a friend that works at a job recruitment office, so I went straight there. The friend was out, and I wasted two hours waiting to talk to another agent. After all that waiting, all I had to do was sign a form stating that I was looking for work, and that my skills were the same as when I had last used them three years before. I was emotionally and mentally exhausted when I finally made it home. I hoped that my friend next door was home. She has a home office, and we had often shared our woes over coffee.

I tried in vain to settle my frazzled nerves as I crossed the back yard and slipped through the gate into the yard beyond. I liked the neighbor because although we were near opposites, we could always count on each other when things seemed rough. I walked up onto the deck, and was crossing past the sliding patio door when a motion inside caught my attention. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Never in a million years did I expect to see what I saw. There was a naked man, bent at the waist, leaning on the couch. Not only was he naked, but he was very erect. He was not a small man, yet my petite neighbor appeared to tower over him as she berated him. I could not believe what I saw, and I could not decide whether to hide or to run fast. I stood frozen as my neighbor threw off her clothes, straddled the couch, and forced the man's face into her crotch.

I knew that I had to leave, but my feet would not move. My neighbor jumped off the couch, stepped behind the man, and delivered two crushing blows to his ass. I thought that a man that big would turn and fight back, yet he stayed in place. Tears were streaming down his face, yet his cock seemed to swell. My neighbor dove to the floor behind the man and savagely pulled his cock to her mouth. I watched as the woman's face turned serene and ecstatic.

I couldn't breathe as I watched it unfold. My hand came to my throat as I gasped for air. The motion of my hand caught the neighbor's attention and our eyes met. Her eyes went wide with terror. I knew I could not stay and hear the scream that was to follow. My feet took flight and I raced back through the gate and home to safety.

My mind was racing and I still couldn't breathe. I paced around the house as I struggled to come to terms with what I had just witnessed. I needed to go apologize, but I couldn't go now. I needed to understand what I saw, but nothing I had ever discussed with the neighbor fit into that scene. I couldn't go ask. How would I even phrase such a question?

I was still feeling unsettled when my daughter came home from classes. We spoke for two minutes before she left to go study with friends. I was still out of sorts when my husband came home from work. He was understanding about the lost job, and he encouraged me to not worry. I about jumped out of my skin when there was a tapping at the back door, and my neighbor invited herself in.

I was mortified. I was speechless. She smiled and ignored my discomfort, and then she apologized to me for being indiscreet. My husband asked what that was about, and she just smiled and said that it was a thing between us women, and he let it go. With a hug and a smile, she was gone.

Then my husband remembered it was poker night. He offered to stay home, but I told him to go have fun, and away he went.

I tried to busy myself with a quick meal and some household chores. I still felt very out of balance, and I hoped that such mundane actions would help to ground my spinning thoughts. Later, my daughter came home from studying, but went straight to her room. Finally, I gave up, and went to my own room to read and fall asleep.

My eyes wouldn't focus on the book. My thoughts kept circling back to the scene in the neighbor's living room. I wondered if I could ever dominate a man that way. My neighbor had been alive with energy as she controlled him. I wondered how any real man would allow that to happen.

I tried to imagine controlling that man. I didn't think it was possible.

I tried to imagine what he was feeling at the time. My eyes closed as I reconstructed the scene in my mind. I could clearly see the pain in his eyes. But other details filtered in, and I suddenly recognized that his whole body must have been burning with lust. I could remember it in the grip of his hands on the couch, and the raggedness of his breathing. Out of nowhere, I pictured myself bent over the couch, my neighbor standing there, berating me. I was shocked to feel a warm rush of desire in my loins.

I set her book down and turned off the light. I let my hands caress my body as I imagined the scene, but with me in it. My neighbor had kicked her leg up over the back of the couch and pulled the man's face to her pussy. I wondered if I would react as he did, greedily lapping at the offered treat. The thought was foreign to me, yet I couldn't help but wonder. Would it taste good? Would it taste bad? Would I lick it just to please her? Would I do it to avoid punishment?

My hand was trembling as I slipped it down to my own pussy. I couldn't believe how wet it already was. Two fingers pressed the lips apart, and stroked down through the wetness. Another flood of heat filled me as I knowingly gathered some of that wetness, and then brought the fingers to my mouth. I was surprised at how good it tasted, and I understood that man's greed. Thoughts of devouring my neighbor filled my mind as I plunged my fingers back down to gather more dew.

My mind focused on my neighbor in the scene. I remembered how her hand had grabbed his hair, how she had grimaced in pleasure as she spoke at him. I could almost feel her fingers in my hair, squeezing, guiding. I alternated hands, first stroking and gathering nectar, then feeding and tasting. I was my neighbor, trembling at the pleasure in her loins. I was the man, greedy and eager to please. My pleasure raced towards its peak. 

The scene in my mind raced forward, as my neighbor launched off the couch and smacked his ass with all of her might. My mind focused on the reaction of his cock. With each blow to his ass, it had swelled and lurched. He must have been on the brink of exploding. One more strike, and he would have been cumming hard. My orgasm was so close. I was the man, bent over the couch, so close to cumming.

"Spank me," I pleaded quietly, but aloud. "Please, just one more!" I said louder, as my orgasm took me. Unbelievable amounts of wetness flowed from my loins, and I struggled to scoop and taste every bit while continuing to tease and cum. At long last, the tremors stilled, and I sank back into the bed with a sigh.

After a bit, I drifted back to awareness. I was suddenly afraid of being caught like this. I lay on the bed with my legs splayed open and a hand still cradling my pussy. My bedroom door was wide open, and I could easily have been seen by my daughter or husband, and I didn't want to be embarrassed that way. I quickly went and washed up, put on pajamas, and crawled in bed to fall asleep.

The weekend passed quickly. We went to the football game at my daughter's college, and then we had gone out to dinner with my daughter and some friends. A friend had invited us to a big tailgate party in the city at a famous bar, so we had spent most of Sunday on that adventure. Things might have returned to normal, except my mind kept playing games on me.

I would see a couple with a strong male and a petite female. I would shudder as a flood of warmth built inside as I wondered if that woman dominated that man. I saw two women that appeared to be a couple, and I couldn't help but to wonder which of them forced the other to lick and please.

My husband seemed indifferent to my flirting on the train ride back out to the suburbs. I jumped him as soon as we were in the bedroom. Although he enjoyed the encounter, he asked me what was wrong after it ended. I had practically begged him to be aggressive, and he had responded by trying to calm me down. He promised me that I would find a job, and even if I didn't get one soon, he still loved me, and everything would be okay. I just smiled and agreed with him.

That night I dreamed of being a football player. The team was doing poorly, and the coach ordered me into his office. The coach fired me, but then ordered me to bend over for severance spankings. In the strange way of dreams, the coach became my neighbor, berating me for the things I had done. Then my clothes were gone, and she was preparing to spank me. After three deliciously hard blows, she had dropped between my legs and pulled my hard cock back to suck on. I knew I was dreaming, because I knew my cock couldn't be that big. So the coach who was my neighbor had arched up to lick my pussy instead. But in the way of dreams, it was me that was doing the licking, and she was clutching my head, directing me where to lick. Suddenly, the man was there in my dreams, and when he spanked me, I woke up with a start.

I had three fingers buried in my pussy, and my body was on the verge of an orgasm. I felt like I was still dreaming as I scooped up the wetness, and brought the fingers to my mouth. My other hand swooped down to fill the void between my legs, and I greedily sucked my wet fingers. A shock ran through me and an orgasm took me hard as I realized that my fingers tasted of both my wetness, and the spunk from our earlier play. I had never allowed that flavor into my mouth. I wasn't sure that I liked it, but the realization made me cum, and the intensity of the orgasm made me want more.

As I lay awake afterwards, I realized that things were still off kilter. I had never had dreams like that before. I had never masturbated in our bed with my husband beside me before. I couldn't believe that he had slept through the noises I had made. Somehow, I couldn't picture him in the fantasy that I had just enjoyed. I didn't know what to do, but I did make a decision. At our normal Coffee Time, I would have to talk to my neighbor about the ravings in my mind.

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The next morning, I busied myself with searching the job web sites. I was happy to see a couple of offerings that looked promising, so I spent some time updating my resume and writing cover letters. After a quick lunch, I spent some time polishing the cover letters, and then sent them off. Finally, I spent a little time mentally preparing to face my friend.

My neighbor was on the phone, but as she saw me crossing the deck, she smiled and waved for me to come in. Her coffee cup was empty, so I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen to fill it, and to fill one of my own. She mouthed the words 'thank you' as she continued her phone call.

I always enjoyed watching her as she handled the technical details of solving someone else's problems. I smiled to myself as I imagined her checking through reference materials to correct the faulty connections in my life.

Finally, she finished up the phone call, and turned her attention to me.

"Thanks for the refill," she started. "How are you today?"

"Well," I said, trying to reason out the speech I had planned. "Um, I guess I didn't tell you I lost my job, and, um..."

"Oh dear, are you ok? Can you find another?"

"I'll be fine. But, um, I need to talk to you about the other day."

I had expected her to be shocked, or embarrassed. I had not expected the confident smile and warm understanding that she projected.

"Of course. What would you like to know?"

I had prepared myself to either apologize or to be comforting. I had not expected to be put on the spot. My mind raced as I tried to think of where to start. My neighbor saw the struggle and stepped in to help.

"How about I start. I will tell you what you saw, and why I apologized to you. Then you will have something to work with."

"Um... Okay."

"I know we have never really talked about men," she explained. "Yours treats you well, and I don't have one, so we have never felt the need to talk about them. Please don't be shocked when I tell you that the last man in my life taught me some things about myself that are a bit racy. I like a man who takes control. I get aroused when that man makes me do naughty things. I will submit completely to his will, and love every minute of it. That part I liked. I liked being owned. But he liked to take it too far. He liked to hurt me. When I left him, I vowed to never allow that to happen again, no matter what my body desired."

"When I met Mouse.."

"His name is Mouse?"

"No, I just call him that. When I met him, I had been fantasizing about finding a man that I could control. I thought he was that man. I tried to take him, and break him, and make him my toy. But somehow, things got twisted around. He was not a man who could be dominated, and my true nature slipped, and somehow, I let him own me."

"That's not what I saw," I said, and then blushed at the memory.

My neighbor actually smiled at the same memory, although she blushed as well.

"No, it's not. Let me get to that part of the story. I let him own me. I didn't think my life could be more perfect. For a while, he owned me, and I wanted him to. He wanted me to be happy, and I don't think he would ever do anything to hurt me."

"So, he owned you, but now he doesn't?"

"Actually, he said from the start that he didn't want to own me. He said that we could be friends, and lovers, and he would play along with my desire to be owned, but not all of the time. I didn't think that I wanted that. I wanted to be owned. I think he wanted me to learn that I can... I don't know... I guess like I could own myself, and still be happy. I think that he wanted me to learn that, so he set up a game where I would pretend to own him. He came to lunch the other day to play that game."

"It looked like a lot more than a game to me," I boldly said.

"I know," she exclaimed with a look of wonder on her face. "I don't know what happened. I was trying to push him, the way he pushed me, to see how far I could go. I was using some of the mean tactics my ex used to use on me, and Mouse just let it happen. More than that, he was really trying to appease and please me. I really liked what was happening, and I was afraid he would make us go back to Pet and Sir, and so I just took ownership of my Mouse. I took it and owned him and I didn't think I would ever be happier."

"Wow. And then I showed up and ruined it, didn't I."

"No! Not at all. Well, for a minute, I was so scared when you saw us."

"I am so, so sorry. I..."

"No, no. It was my fault, and I am sorry. But listen. Suddenly, I was Pet again, and Sir made me explain my fears. He instructed me to apologize and to explain when you asked. He gave me the courage to be open with you. And then he did the most astounding thing. He opened up and gave me back his ownership, and it was like he could not get what he wanted unless I got what I wanted." Joy that approached ecstasy shown on her face as she continued.

"I don't have to be owned, because I own him. I am free to do what I will, because he owns me! I don't think I could be any happier.

I am sorry that you were shocked and hurt by seeing us, but indirectly, you helped me find the happy state I am in. I guess that's it. The floor is yours."

"Um, well, okay. I must agree that I have never seen you look happier. And, um, okay, I accept your apology, now that I understand more. I, uh, I have never had anything like this happen in a friendship, and I am glad that we can still be friends. I think if I just chill on this for a bit, it will stop tilting my mind, and I will stop having crazy dreams, and things will get back to normal."

"Crazy dreams? What crazy dreams?"

Blushing madly, I stammered, "Um... forget that, it's nothing. Just an over active imagination."

"Were you dreaming about Mouse?" she shrewdly asked.

"Oh, no, not exactly..."

More puzzled than anything else, she threw out, "Who then? Me?"

More mad blushing and an averted gaze were the only answer.

Pet reached out and lifted my chin.

"Tell me about your dream, Doll."

"It was crazy dream stuff, nothing."

"Tell me anyway."

In spite of the intense look I was getting, I didn't answer. I was clinging to something, some vague notion that I couldn't define, that held my life in place. If I answered her, I would lose it. Pet lifted my chin a bit more.

"Doll, tell me, before I lose my patience."

"Will you punish me like you did Mouse?" I stammered. My grip started to slip.

"Yes. Do you want me to?"

"Yes," I meekly admitted. I was afraid to look to see how far the fall would be.

"Did you dream about me punishing you?"

"Yes." There was nothing left to hold on to.

"Hmm... how much did you see? Did you dream about me spanking you?"

"Yes." I hoped she would help me.

"Answer 'Yes, Pet.'"

"Pet? But... Yes, Pet"

"Did you like being spanked in your dream?"

"Yes, Pet." I was afraid that she was trying to make me fall.

"Do you want me to spank you?"

"Yes," I stammered, then quickly added, "Yes, Pet."

"Hmm.. what else? Did you dream about licking Mouse's cock?"

"Not exactly, Pet." I hoped that the fall wouldn’t hurt.

"What do you mean? Tell me exactly."

"It's...it's hard to describe. I mean, I dreamed I had a cock. I dreamed that I was like Mouse, and you needed to punish me, and the more you spanked me, the harder my cock got, and then you knelt down to lick me and I don't have a cock and so you were licking my pussy, but it wasn't you, it was me and I was licking your pussy, and you... I guess I dreamed that you owned me. I'm sorry that it doesn't make sense."

"Doll, listen, it does make sense. I have had those dreams as well. Not about you and me and Mouse, but about being owned. Tell me, Doll, would you like to be owned?"

"I don't know... I mean, I think you already own me, Pet." I gave up hope of rescue.

"I didn't ask you to think, Doll, so answer me."

"Yes, Pet, please own me." I let go.

"Hmm. Let me do it this way, because I think Mouse would approve. Doll, I accept ownership of you for the next two hours. We will discuss this again after that. To start with, though, I don't like the clothes you're wearing. They do absolutely nothing to show off your considerable attributes. Remove them now."

Doll stared at Pet in shock, but then nodded and started to remove her clothes. She pulled her shirt of and dropped in on the floor, then kicked off her flats and removed her sweat pants. She blushed when she noticed Pet inspecting her with a critical eye, but continued by removing her bra. 

As the bra hit the floor with her other discards, Pet snapped out, "Hey, are you making a mess in my house? Fold those nicely and stack them on that chair over there, and be quick about it."

Pet continued to watch as Doll folded and stacked. It was too easy for her to compare Doll's body to her own. Where Pet was petite, Doll was full figured. Pet was a barely over five feet tall, Doll was more than five and a half. Pet had small breasts and nipples and narrow hips while Doll had fuller breasts that jiggled as she moved, with larger upturned nipples, and wide hips. Pet smiled as she realized that she had been wrong to always think of her friend as being dumpy. With her loose clothing removed, Doll had a beautiful shape.

Doll had returned to stand before Pet, and submit to this inspection. She was still wearing her panties.

"Are panties not clothes? Remove them!"

"Please, Pet," Doll said with despair.

"Just this once, I will listen to your objection. It better be good. You know the punishment."

"Please, Pet. It just that... I... umm. I... this is having an effect on me. I.. umm.."

"Are you aroused? Remove them at once, and stand right here!"

Doll blushed as she removed them and stepped closer to Pet.

"Why are those panties on my floor? You know where they belong. One for messiness."

Doll quickly turned to pick up the offending cloth.

"Where are you going? I ordered you to stand here. I did not tell you to deal with that mess yet. One for failure to obey. Stand here now!"

With tears brimming her eyes, Doll moved back to stand before Pet. She feared that she knew exactly what Pet was going to do, exactly where Pet was going to touch. She was ashamed that she was so aroused, and yet that shame just fueled her passion. She flinched when Pet suddenly stood and walked around behind her, out of sight. She flinched again when Pet gently touched her shoulders. As Pet slid her hands down the curves of her body, Doll felt the fire inside her loins flare higher. Pet stepped back in front of Doll, and her hands slid up to lift Doll's breasts.

Doll could not believe that she saw lust in her friend's eyes. Pet completed her inspection without ever touching between Doll's legs. Doll feared that she had someone failed to meet Pet's expectation.

"Do you know, Doll, that an owner should never appear weak to their toy? I must confess a weakness now, and I hope you appreciate this gift that I am giving you. In all the time that I have known you, you have always hidden the beauty of your body under loose clothes. Now that I see all that you have to offer, I find that I am quite aroused myself. I cannot handle matters properly with this lust clouding my vision. It will not go away, so I must satisfy it. Come kneel here. Eat my pussy, and make me cum so I can appease this lust."

Doll stood frozen as she tried to process all of that confession. She wondered how her gorgeous petite friend could lust her body? She couldn't believe that she suddenly was faced with the act she feared and desired most. She was filled with fear, because she had no idea how to complete the order she had been given.

"Don't make me wait, Doll. I will add a third if you do not move right now."

Suddenly her mind made a connection, and the thought of three brutal smacks on her ass made her shiver in anticipation. She almost wanted to delay, to ensure that punishment. But as badly as she desired it, she also feared it, so she quickly dropped to the floor in front of Pet.

"Please, Pet, I am not sure I know how," she offered.

"Surely you masturbate. You must know how to please your own pussy. We are not so different, Doll. Please me as you would please yourself."

Doll briefly imagined how she teased herself on the rare times that she masturbated. She always started by rubbing her outer lips. Her left hand drifted down between her own legs and her fingers traced the swollen folds of skin. She gently reached out and stroked Pet's flesh with her fingers. She marveled at the difference. Her own lips were lined with soft hairs that tickled her fingertips. Pet was shaved smooth, and her fingers glided over the velvety softness. Without thinking, she leaned forward, and let her lips touch the warm smoothness. She heard Pet murmur a sound of pleasure, so she kissed her again. Following the lead of her left hand, she kissed and stroked Pet from top to bottom.

Doll felt her own body tremble when her middle finger broke the seal, and slid through the moist trough below. Pet's lips had long ago parted, and Doll had struggled to resist plunging in. Again, she followed the lead of her own masturbation, and she very gently allowed her middle finger to slip into Pet's wetness. Pet squirmed against the touch, and Doll dared to look up at her. Pet smiled down at her, and gently brushed Doll's hair aside to gain a better view. At that look and touch, Doll felt the fire of need inside her flame into a raging inferno of need. She couldn't believe how alive she suddenly felt.

With the surge of desire, her left hand had paused at the top of her cleft, and she had pressed down on her clit. Her eyes were still locked with Pet's, and she smiled at her owner as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the top of the cleft before her. The heat and wetness on her lips was intoxicating, and she slipped the tip of her tongue out to taste it. Pet shuddered and moaned, and the taste was divine. Doll was overcome with the need to ravage and devour. She was barely able to consider what her left hand was doing, and so she held back.

She followed the lead of her left hand, as it teased more wetness out of the deeper opening below. She stroked her fingers down through the wetness at Pet's core, and followed behind with kisses and little teases with the tip of her tongue. Her left hand pulled wetness and heat up to her clit. Her tongue pressed out and stroked the same way up Pet's lips. Several more times, her left hand teased down the trough, then pulled heat up. Pet stroked her hair, and purred as Doll's right hand and lips followed suit.

Doll suddenly decided it was time to change gears. Her left hand accelerated and started swooping up and down, playing in the slippery fun. Her right hand pressed Pet's lips wide, and her tongue raced into the slippery track. With each loop around the bend, she pressed a little deeper at the bottom, and little harder at the top. Doll started moaning at the pleasure she was giving herself. Pet started whimpering, and begging Doll to bring more and go faster.

Doll realized that she was on the brink of a huge orgasm. She was not sure if she was allowed to make herself cum before she made her owner happy. She let her left hand hit the brakes, and it skidded to a stop with two fingers buried in her hole and her palm pressing down hard on her clit. Her right hand never slowed down, but two fingers crashed into the opening and dove deep inside Pet. Doll was at the wrong angle to press her palm into Pet's clit, so she pressed forward and wrapped her lips around the precious nub. Pet cried out, and sweet hot liquids poured out of her. Doll felt her owner's inside clench and crush her fingers as she came. She realized that she had stopped a moment too late as her own orgasm claimed its rights.

Although she was helpless to stop it, Doll struggled against the orgasm, hoping that Pet would not notice. She found herself intrigued by the difference between her orgasm and her owner's pleasure. Pet had cried out loudly with the pleasure of each of three or four intense contractions. Doll's insides had pulled up tight, and then quivered continuously for twenty or thirty seconds. She felt breathless as it ended, but a couple of deep trembling breaths had calmed her body. Pet would hold her breath as several aftershocks trembled inside, and then would gasp for air. The tremors lasted for several minutes before Pet finally drew a deep breath, and stilled.

Without a word, Pet pulled Doll to her feet. She made Doll sit on the edge of the table and she kissed her slowly and deeply. Doll was helpless to stop her, although only a tiny portion of her being that was not Doll voiced concern. Doll could not remember any kiss in her entire life that would measure up to the pleasure Pet was giving her. Their hands touched and caressed. Pet caught Doll's hand, and she kissed each of the fingers as she smiled at Doll. She caught Doll's other hand, and repeated the kissing. Suddenly, she licked Doll's fingertip and smiled.

"You made yourself cum," she stated with a smile.

Doll nodded, then quickly said, "Yes, Pet."

"I think I should punish you for that. I don't think I can right now."

"Thank you, Pet, though I think I want you to." A thought entered her head, and because she thought it was funny, she added, "I promise not to tell Mouse if you don't."

Pet stiffened and suddenly pushed away, exclaiming, "What?"

Doll was mortified. She hadn't meant anything by it, and she couldn't think of any response. "I'm sorry, Pet. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Didn't mean anything?" Pet asked loudly. She calmed a bit, then added, "Oh, I think I know what you meant. You think that I have to answer to him. You think that he will punish me for failing to punish you. You don't know anything! I'll show you!"

Pet stomped across the room and picked up her phone. She jabbed at the keypad, then switched it to speakerphone. Two rings later, Mouse answered it.

"Hi, Pet," he said jovially. "How are you this beautiful afternoon?"

"Stuff it, Mouse," she said stiffly. "My house. Now. Clock’s ticking!" She immediately hung up.

Turning to Doll, she said, "Follow me."

Without waiting, she turned and marched to the bedroom. Doll followed her. The small voice in her head asked if following was a good idea. Doll ignored it. Pet rummaged through a drawer, and then pulled out a handful of long silk scarves. She threw the blankets off of the bed.

"Kneel here," she commanded, pointing at the middle of the mattress at the foot of the bed. Doll obeyed.

Pet quickly tied a scarf around each of Doll's knees and ankles. She tied Doll's wrists together, and then knotted two more scarves in. Finally, she tied a scarf as a belt around Doll's waist, and added a one at each hip.

Doll watched helplessly as Pet tied off one knee to the side of the bed, and then pulled the tie for the other knee to the other side of the bed. Pet pulled the scarf tight, and they held Doll's knees wide on the bed. The small voice that was not Doll asked Doll if she should be stopping Pet. Doll considered the matter.

Pet quickly tied off Doll's ankles to each side of the bed. She then had Doll lean forward on her hands. Pet smacked Doll's ass and maneuvered things until Doll's butt was elevated the way Pet wanted. She tied off the scarves from the waist belt to the foot of the bed. Pet moved to tie the wrist scarves to the head of the bed. By the time she had secured all the ties, Doll would be completely immobilized with her ass in the air.

The small voice asked Doll 'Will you stop her now?'

Doll answered 'I don't think I can.'

'Do you think she's gone too far?'

'No! Just a little more! I am so close to cumming!'

'She called that Mouse. Do you want him to see you like this?'

'Yes!'

'Hussy! What if he fucks you? What if she tells him to? Is cheating on your husband going too far?'

'Oh, that beautiful cock! Oh, yes, he will fuck me! Thank you thank you thank you! Cumming!'

'Tramp. You're on your own, now.'

Pet stopped to admire her handiwork. She noticed that Doll was convulsing as if she were cumming, but then she heard Mouse's car pulling into the drive. She threw on a robe and raced down to meet him.