Pansy laughed heartily at Ginny’s little joke. Was she ready for more? No, not yet. She wasn’t sure when she would be. Plus, it was the slave that was supposed to be sore and unable to walk the next day not the mistress.
Lewdly, she slid off the phallus her wetness seeping out of her as she did. Moving to stand, she threaded her fingers into Ginny’s hair and pulled her head back. Claiming her lips in a crushing kiss, her tongue soon pushed into Ginny’s mouth.
She didn’t break the kiss until they were both breathless. “What now?” she gasped. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”