“Get on your knees beside me,” she said. Edmund quickly got into position.
“Now,” she said, “I want you to masturbate. Nice and slowly. While you do so I’ll think about whether, as a special treat, I shall allow you to come. But don’t make any assumptions.”
“No, of course not, madam” he said.
As she watched his hand moved up and down on his c**k, Guinevere put her own hand between her legs. She was very wet. She circled her c**t with her finger; it was tender, almost sore from the rubbing given by Edmund’s c**k. She watched the look of rapt attention on his face as he worked himself.
“When you are close, ask if you may come,” she said.
It didn’t take him long. Five minutes later, his voice hoarse with desire, he asked if he might do it. “Come on my belly,” she said.
She watched as th
