The Taste of Submission
Lily nodded again, but this time, a shy, sly smile spread across her face, a mirror of the one I'd seen on Anna earlier.
My mind reeled. What the fuck is wrong with them? What kind of twisted game were they playing? Had I done something to unleash this? Were they really trying to turn me into their personal sex toy, someone they could just come to whenever they felt the need to cum? The thought was terrifying, and yet, a dark, traitorous part of me felt a thrill of pure, unadulterated lust.