<strong>Tanya</strong><br/><br/>As Tanya waited for Austin to return, she thought about Paul. She wondered what he was like behind closed doors. She knew that he was strict with protocol and light spanking, but Cindy never had bruises and never acted scared of him. Tanya wasn't necessarily scared of Austin, but occasionally she would flinch when he moved to fast toward her or raised his hand. She knew he wasn't trying to abuse her, but it was bordering that line. The fact that she almost dreaded him returning home from work was evidence of it. She didn't want to leave him, but she knew he'd never change.<br/><br/>As she heard footsteps near the door, she made sure she was kneeling with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. He exited, and she tensed as she waited for his order. As soon as he ordered to kneel by him, she crawled over and resumed kneeling at his feet. When he told her to look at him, she raised her eyes and moved her hands up to grasp his cloth-covered cock. He was hard, and it turned her on. Her pussy reacted, and she felt her breath quicken. He could still turn her on, and that was important.<br/><br/>When he asked her if she liked it, she nodded.<br/><br/>"Yes, Master."<br/><br/>Her head pulled back, what he said next sent a cold stab of ice straight through her heart. Her face fell, and her sexual drive dwindled to nothing. Cindy. She liked the girl, but Tanya had managed to convince herself that it was Cindy he wanted...not her. He wanted to replace her, and it hurt like hell. She could feel a lump rise in her throat, and she just wanted to run so she could cry by herself, but she couldn't. She wanted to refuse him when he told her to suck his cock, but she automatically moved her hands to his fly and pulled the zipper down. Pushing the elastic of his underwear down until it was beneath his balls, she pulled out his cock and leaned in to lick gently all over his balls...even taking each into her mouth before letting them pop free. Next she licked long lines up and down his rod, and finally reached his head. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she then took the mushroom head into her mouth and suckled it...keeping it tight. Finally she started taking more of him in, and more, and more. She went slowly, but she never paused. He had trained her to deep-throat him all the way, and her gag reflex was much more controllable now. More and more of his cock disappeared between her red lips, and finally she felt it enter her throat. Shoving her head down, she soon had her lips tight around his base, with his whole cock in her mouth and throat...making her neck bulge and her eyes water.<br/><br/>She realized this was her chance to cry and not have him see...hopefully...and she did. She cried for her. For him. For Cindy and Paul. She cried for her loneliness, her pain and being so unwanted. She cried because she had to. She had to let it out. Still, though, she began moving her head back and forth, cupping his balls and slurping on his hard cock...tearful eyes meeting his.<br/>