She hugged me and snuggled her head into my shoulder as I massaged her. “I don’t know why I did that to you, John,” she whispered.
“Wh-what, Mistress?” I asked.
“Put that cream on you. Denied you,” she told me quietly. “I should have let you make love to me properly like I promised. Do you hate me for it? I’m-I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not my place to hate you, Mistress,” I whispered. “It’s my place to obey you, and serve you. I want to give you want you want. I love you so much. Please let me make you happy, Mistress!”
Christine gave a long sigh and relaxed under my fingers.
After I’d given Christine all the pleasure she desired for the moment, I undressed her, and carefully placed the catsuit on a hanger in her wardrobe.
“John, you should go and put Laura out of her misery,” she told me.
