He rested for a few moments and looked over at the pledge mistress. Her pants were at her ankles and her shirt askew. She had one hand on one of her own rather large breasts and the other in her obviously soaked panties. Her lust filled eyes locked on Mike. He was thinking about getting up and moving to her, but Stella interrupted his train of thought.

"Are we done?" Stella asked, almost sounding a little disappointed that it might be over. The pledge mistress looked at him. He snorted and started licking Stella's pussy once again.

"I guess not!" Stella gasped in satisfaction.

This time he let his tongue...