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</div>The moment of truth had arrived; Minny knew that the hand-off had to begin.<br/><br/>A dire emotion coiled in her gut, one unwholesome and unhealthy. But, Mistress Minny wore her title like a professional, because she was in every way. She took the end of the leash and held it between her fingers --- then extending her hand out over Sterling's lap and dropping the chain to collect with metallic clinks. Minny took hold of her<i>Chaton</i>'s crown, lifting and lowering it so that her mouth fucked the other dominant's erection like a proper whore. Every last detail and pleasurable sensation would be by her hand until she had washed her hands of the matter.<br/><br/>Deep-throating the man was no longer the objective, and Minny held her submissive's hips and pushed with her own, effectively moving Brigitte's face to fellate Sterling's cock and spit-roasting the french woman in a way she'd never quite experienced. A sharp slap to Brigitte's ass reminded her to wake up, and a second reminded her to whom she belonged.<br/><br/>With that, Minny raised Brigitte's face up to stare once more at Sterling. Her mouth would be filthy with strands of saliva still connected to the man's erection. Before they two had the inkling to kiss, Minny spun her submissive around to face her one last time. The french woman would see dark eyes full of a purpose yet cold and sad. Minny's small yet commanding grip held Brigitte's throat and sat her back between Sterling's spread legs and onto his lap. The man had {<span style="font-size: 12px">upon previous instruction</span>} moved one hand to grip the base of his shaft, directing it upright to impale Brigitte as she was guided back onto it. Hearing the jingle of the stainless steel chain told Minny what he'd done with his other hand, but such detail were beyond the Mistress's scope of concern.<br/><br/>She looked into her<i>Chaton</i>'s eyes as the male's warm shaft pierced her lips and replaced where Minny's black phallus had been. The dominant peered into Brigitte's eyes one last time and then released her neck --- the tension replaced by the pull of the chain from behind. Minny retreated, slipping out of the strap-on harness assembly and licking the phallus still wet from her<i>Chaton</i>'s aroused chamber. "Remember your oaths," Minny warned Sterling before turning to leave; in her peripheral vision, Minny saw Sterling rolling his pelvis beneath Brigitte and thoroughly filling her up. Their combined sounds of bliss felt like whip upon Minny's soul, and she gathered her things and {<span style="font-size: 12px">head held high</span>} exited the room.<br/><br/>Mistress Minny found a pale relief once in the hallway, the door not shielding every noise the two made in her wake. She walked in a daze to the elevator bank, crossing her arms under her breasts. The sound of her heart pounded in her ears, and she slumped her shoulder against the sidewall, lowering her face into a trembling hand. She sobbed for a few moments before the elevator door gave a sobering ding. She sniffled and pulled a white handkerchief from her clutch, placed there in anticipation of such a reaction.<br/><br/>The deed had been done, and Minny wiped the tears from her eyes. A hard line defined her lips below a deeply furrowed brow. She reminded herself that she was the one to orchestrate the entire affair, and the shock of surrendering her soulmate resonated like the heinous strike of a death knell. Breathing came easier, and when the doors opened on the lobby level, Minny strode out as if her soul was not twisted in jealousy and regret. The white, cloth handkerchief --- marred with smeared mascara --- remained behind on the elevator floor.