Feeling I was on a quiz show with everyone watching and hoping I got the answer wrong, anxiety filled me as I realized I didn't want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."

"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter if she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging (I think on purpose) over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"

My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just from the question. My answer was obvious: of course I wanted to taste her again!...