"Oh fuck, is that what happened?"
It was the last thought of her fantasy that she moaned out loudly while she rode the edge.
Another lustfilled imaginery she thought about using it to fuel her own desire and lust.
Yet, it was all fantasy, nothing was true.
Or maybe one fantasy she imagined might be the truth, resurfacing from her subconscious mind without her knowing.
Either way, even that turned her on so much.
The not knowing what really happened.
The last thing she remembers was knocking at the door of the hotel room and meeting her Master for the first time. Only that with him was another woman.
She said something and she just blanked out.
Her next memory is saying good-bye to them, being all friendly, and yet, ehr whole body felt sore, but especially between her legs and her mouth.
She has no idea why or what happened.
For some reason it didnt bother her too.
Imagining what might have happened.
This time she thought about the other woman.
Servicing her Master together, already completely deep in trance.
Until she got a command from her, and she couldnt help herself but started to bounce her tits in front of him.
Of course she had no idea why she would do that or for how long.
But she imagined the other woman hypnotizing him with her tits, only to make them both fuck in different positions and ways for her entertainment.
Until they both serviced her how she wanted.
When all was done, she was left with instructions and triggers she cant remember, only to be awoken right before she left.
"Fuck, maybe this happened?"
She moaned out her last thought again, as another edge rushes through her.
As her imagination is starting to run wild.
And she has a lot of time at her disposal.
