I pushed her head away to avoid the temptation to have her bring me to a second orgasm, I quipped, “That was an A plus performance Becka.”
Looking up at me, she laughed tentatively, “So you heard her ordering me to video us together.”
“I did,” I nodded, standing up and pulling her up as well.
“She doesn’t take well to failure,” Becka explained, her face showing genuine concern.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” I replied, moving in and kissing her gently, before remarking, “And to think of all the damage we could have been doing to each other instead of wasting all that time studying.”
Becka again laughed tentatively. “Yes, our breaks could have been a lot more rewarding.”
“How did you end up being used by that bitch?” I asked.
“It’s a long story,” Becka said, clearly not wanting to get into it.
“Tell you what, we will make a video this weekend,” I promised, my plan rather fun and if it went right Olivia would join her cunt-muncher brethren on her knees before me, “How about Sunday, my place?”
“What about your mom?” Becka asked, still anxiety riddled, but mellowing a bit at the thought of not disobeying Queen Olivia.
“Trust me, she will not be a problem,” I answered, thinking she may actually be a part of it.
“OK,” she said, before adding, “We need to get out before someone ignores the bathroom closed sign.”
“Good call,” I said, kissing her again, tasting my own nectar on her lips. “Damn, I taste good.”
“That you do,” Becka responded, flirting with me.
“You little lesbian,” I teased, cupping her small breasts. “Damn it, no time to play.”
I let Becka leave and I exited a few seconds later and headed to class my head spinning with the new possibilities to trap Olivia with Becka’s help.
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I was so curious as to what Olivia had planned for my mother, I called my pet MILF, Olivia’s mom, and told her I would be rescheduling our little encounter and addition of Katrina’s mother to my bitch harem until another time. I did stress that she was to tape her lesbian playtime with Katrina’s mom and have a DVD ready for me tomorrow. I also stressed that I expected her to be on call tomorrow evening in case I needed her.
When I left school, instead of going to my previously planned rendezvous, where I had planned to dominate, two MILF bitches. I drove home, parked a block away and entered my house just after lunch through the back door. Mom was already home, but not yet in her assigned outfit.
“Hi, mother,” I greeted as I entered the kitchen.
“W-w-what are you doing here, Victoria?” she asked.
“I wanted to see Olivia in action,” I answered.
“Please leave,” Mom replied her eyes big and frantic.
“What are you worried about?” I asked, slightly amused by my mother’s sudden insecurity. She was the most secure woman I knew before this whole Olivia ordeal.
“I don’t want you to submit to her too,” Mom answered, clearly convinced I would just eagerly drop to my knees at the snap of that bitches’ fingers.
“Mom,” I said, softening my tone and pulling her in for a hug. “I am playing her, she is not playing me.”