Carla
“Please, master. f**k me, please.”
I know I'm not supposed to beg him to f**k me. I am his pet, and he is supposed to do what he wants with me. He is the boss, and I am nothing but a bed warmer.
He could finger f**k me and leave me dripping, throbbing, and my honey pot burning, but I can only suck it up. I can only bear it and hope he would f**k me when I get so damn turned on. Seeing Don Angelo, he would never allow me to use s*x toys to relieve myself.
I know I should keep quiet and allow him to do as he pleases, but just standing there is not helping me. The place is cold, as the night breeze brushes harshly against my skin. Even the railings are made of iron- extremely cold to the touch.
The boss is the only source of warmth I have, but he seems to be torturing me. He clea
