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Isa came around to the other side of the bed - hers, I'd deduced, having noticed her gun safe beneath the nightstand - and knelt opposite her girlfriend. "Is she doing a good job, master? I told her she had to do a good job."

I'd had my hands folded behind my head - a placement I'd learned long ago to help me from irritating ex-girlfriends and dates who'd been kind enough to do as Candy was doing now. Presently, I lended one the freedom to wrap itself around Isa's hips, squeezing a pleasing handful of her plump, athletic booty. "She's doing all right."

Without warning, Isa's arm lanced out and smacked Candy's tightly rounded ass. The crack echoed around the room. "I told you to do a good job pleasuring master, baby. Not 'all right.' Good. Now do a good job."

Candy's squeaked in alarm, and maybe pain, but her mouth never left my cock. Sure enough, the slap produced results. There was passion in her lips now, redoubled effort. Her tongue went to work, and she stroked the lower portio