The gentle caress honestly took Megan by surprise and she moaned appreciatively. It was enough to send shivers racing up and down her spine. Even the light touch stoked the fire, the aching desperate need that she felt. That her Mistress carefully wiped the streaked mascara from her cheeks made the lawyer feel dirtier somehow. When instructed her eyes lift to Isla's own. The girl looked near defeat. It had been an intense night for her even though she had not been used in the traditional sense. Still, the submission and the denial had worn her down and she simply obeyed. No other options even entered her mind at this point.<br/><br/>The light squeeze of her jaw had her mouth opened immediately and when Isla pressed her mound against Megan's lips no command was needed. Her tongue immediately pressed out to glide along damp lips before licking back up to find Isla's hard little clit swirling around it. Her eyes darted back up to meet her Mistress' at the growled command. Like the good little pet she was becoming, Megan nuzzled her mouth again the punk woman's wet sex and lapped eagerly at her. Little mewling noises showed that even this act brought her some level of enjoyment but a tinge of worry was evident in her gaze. What if she was not good enough? What if Mistress Isla did not let her cum? She felt certain that she would go insane if she had to wait much longer.<br/><br/>The hand in her hair and the imperious gaze Isla gave her had Megan's heart thumping wildly in her chest. She was thinking the same things as Isla was even though her context was a little different obviously. Isla was not just some random woman she had met tonight. Not anymore at least. Her earlier fear that she would not be able to close the door Isla had led her through was clearly proven true. She was already dreading the end to this night and desperately hoping that her performance had sufficiently impressed Isla into wanting to meet her again. She kept tasting her Mistress' sex, pushing her tongue between the lips now to try in her inexperienced way to imitate the things that she enjoyed. Being called a whore still made her cringe and being called pretty still made her blush but she never broken eye contact. Wide eyes stare up as her head is jerked back and for a moment her face is lewdly being ridden.<br/><br/>Then the moment is over and Megan finds herself feeling an odd sense of regret. The lust-filled lawyer cowered when Isla lowered down to her height. She knew that wetness glistened on her lips, cheeks and chin thanks to her saliva and Isla's own wetness but she dare not pull away. Megan's chest felt tight and it was suddenly hard to breathe. She felt dizzy and that only worsened dramatically when the hand lightly circled her throat and her Mistress' lips took hers. Isla seemed to suck the air right out of her lungs as the kiss progressed and the little lawyer panted helplessly while she kept her hands rigidly at her sides. Shuddering gasps accompanied Isla's withdrawal from the kiss and it was easy to see the need in her expression. Megan sobbed and curled forward slightly when she felt the tongue lick at her wet lips. It seemed as though even that slight stimulus threatened to overwhelm her.<br/><br/>The last command made the girl whimper. After a moment of waiting without Isla moving into a more favourable position for her to service her in, Megan rolled onto her back and scooted herself up until her head was between Isla's firm thighs. She wasted no time in craning her neck and burying her face into Isla's mound. What little technique Megan could muster was gone and she just hungrily attacked the dripping mound above her. Her mistress wanted to be shown how badly she wanted her to cum and she would. Lips tongue and teeth attacked the sensitive flesh driven by a frantic need. Heedless of any consequence, Megan's arms curled up to wrap around Isla's hips and pull her down onto the waiting and ravenous mouth. She wanted to make Isla cum now so that there might be even a glimmer of hope that she might reciprocate. Without even being aware, Megan was mumbling pleas for her mistress' mercy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>