Your role....

Your place is in my bedroom, but not in my bed. Your role is for pleasure, but not your own. Your needs  do not matter to me, only to fulfill my needs. As you recall, you were in my bedroom watching my lover pleaure me. I had told you to lick my pussy as he  thrusts in and out of me, making sure you have a clear view of what a real cock looks like pleasuring me.  I tell you to make sure you're cleaning up as he's fucking me and ask how my pussy tastes. You can't answer me properly, only with a slight muffle. I see your small dick is actually hard, and since your enjoying too much, I tell you to go back to the corner. You ask if you're allowed to stroke your pathetic excuse for a cock. I tell you yes just so you can go away and stop bothering me. He about to finish fucking me and I tell him to slow down and not make me cum, but to make sure he finishes inside me. He does, then I tell you to come over and lay down on the floor, reminding you that your not allowed in my bed. place my hips right above your head making sure my pussy is right above your face. I tell you not to move, I'm the one who is in control. I begin rubbing my clit, pleasuring myself, and just as I'm about to cum, I sit right down on your face and tell you to lick my freshly fucked pussy as I cum all over your mouth. I stand up and tell you that tonight I'm sleeping with my lover, and tell you to get the fuck out of the room until I need you again.