:: Admit defeat. {"position":"10,7290"}
"All right," [[you|You]] whisper, your face burning with embarrassment.  "You win."

"What's that!?" [[Roxanne]] says.  "I couldn't hear you."

"I said, 'you win,'" you repeat, much more loudly.

[[Belinda]] breathes a sigh of relief.  <<if $belinda.your_sub>>"Thank you, <<Sir>>!<<else>>"Oh good.<<endif>>  I'm so glad we can all get along.  Don't let it worry you.  Just about everybody in Rosestead provides sexual service sometimes.  Daddy says it's a 'conflict resolution strategy' which helps us cope with our hormones without hurting each other.  Just ask Roxanne how many times she's had her face buried between Rachel's legs."  Roxanne blushes a little and makes a face at Belinda, but doesn't deny it.  

<<if $belinda.your_sub>>"What I mean is," Belinda continues, "I won't think any less of you.  You can still be my Mistress."

<<endif>>"All right," Roxanne says.  "Enough chit-chat.  Kicking your ass has made me super-horny.  Time to pay the piper."  She scoots up your chest, mercifully releasing her grip on your crotch, lifts her skirt up out of the way, and pushes her groin onto your mouth.  She's wearing a lacy blue pair of panties and she definitely wasn't lying about being horny.  The panties are simply soaked through with sweat and her juices and the smell of her is practically overpowering.  She rubs her panty-clad pussy up and down across your nose and mouth a few times, which is deeply humiliating.  

Then she stands up, looming over you so you're staring straight up her skirt, and pulls her panties off.  "Make yourself useful and hold these," she says, tossing the panties to Belinda.  She then settles herself down onto your mouth.  "Get to work," she commands.

[[Get to work.]]