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now.”
    “T—thank you,” Alice said; even her voice was soft and almost innocent.
    Jeannine leaned forward and grabbed hold of Alice’s huge clit in a powerful grip. Alice was startled, but Jeannine hung on and wouldn’t let her pull away. “You forget your place…Alice. Do you want me to be displeased?”
    “N—no,” stammered Alice, hands falling to Jeannine’s. Touching, but not trying to pull them away.
    “‘No,’ what? Who am I, Alice? What do you call me?”
    Alice’s face burned bright red. Her lips quavered but no words came out.
    “Say it, Alice—or I put you to bed without any supper.”
    “Mistress…” whispered Alice. Then, with a bit more force: “Yes, Mistress,” like a weight had been lifted.
    “That’s right. I’m your Mistress. Don’t you forget it, either.” She let go of Alice’s clit. The thin girl took a half step back in response.
    “No—no, Mistress, I won’t forget,” Alice said, composing herself.
    “You’d better not.” Jeannine reached out and ran her fingers up the length of Alice’s very hard, rhythmically flexing clit. “So beautiful—” she said, almost whispering. Shaking her head slowly, as if to clear it, she said in a louder voice, “Now then, slut. Where were we? Oh, yes, that’s right. You were giving me a show. I like a good show.”
    Jeannine leaned back as if to inspect her new plaything. “Why don’t you show me how hard that clit of yours really is. Rub it for me, stroke it through your new panties. Do it. Do it now.”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Alice said, her voice honey and all manner of sweetness. Palm down, she dropped one hand to the front of her panties and slowly started to rub herself.
    “That’s it,” Jeannine said, gently parting her own legs in response, as if Alice’s clit was somehow connected directly to her own. “That’s it.”
    “Thank you, Mistress, ” Alice said, her eyes glazing over in pleasure. As she rubbed, stroked herself, the front of her panties got wetter and wetter. Soon, the pale material was almost transparent, giving Jeannine a perfect view of the thin girl’s monstrous clit. “Thank you…” said Alice.
    “Oh, yes, you slut. You love this, don’t you, slut? You love it, being the nasty little girl, putting on a show just for me. Yeah, that’s it; rub it, rub that sweet clit for me. Make those panties nice and hot and wet and sticky. Stroke it for me, stroke it….”
    Alice bit down on her lip, her breath coming in shorter and shorter hisses until, finally, she didn’t make any sound at all but her body tensed as if a kind of wonderful voltage slammed through her. Rigid, locked tight in a shuddering orgasm, the front of her panties were suddenly soaked with her sticky juices.
    In a barely controlled fall, Alice dropped down first to her knees and then face-first onto the carpet. She lay there for a long time, her body quivering and quaking with release, breaths now heavy and slow.
    “Very, very good, slut,” Jeannine said reaching up under her simple skirt to hook a thumb into the waistband of her own everyday panties. “That was quite a show. Quite a nice show. I’m very impressed.” The panties came off, soaked through. She tossed them aside. “In fact, come here, Alice,” she said, her voice a husky whisper, “and taste how impressed I am.”
    Slowly, weak only in body, Alice got to her knees and moved over to Jeannine until her face was parallel with Jeannine’s downy pubic hairs.
    Now it was Jeannine’s turn to really smile, as the game got even better for her. Leaning down, she parted her plush lips, giving Alice a view of her very wet folds and pulsing clit. “Taste,” she managed to get out before her voice got completely caught in her throat.
    Alice did. Alice did, indeed. Nuzzling up between Jeannine’s strong thighs she flicked her tongue over her clit. Hard and fast, slow and soft, Alice licked. Jeannine, standing above her but at that instant miles way, moaned and bucked,