“Miss, I…that was just a fantasy that got me excited. I don’t really want to do that,” I explained.
“I’m sure you don’t but you are going to,” she said sweetly, pulling me to my knees.
“Please, Samantha, I don’t like this game any more.”
“It’s Ms. Riker to you, slut, and I’ve told you it’s not a game. Now stick out your tongue and clean me.”
I looked at the river of white slime oozing from her slit and a shiver of disgust washed over me.
“Can’t I at least beat off while I’m doing it?” I begged.
“Do you want me to string you up in front of my boyfriend and use the cane?”
“Does that mean that I won’t have to lick that goop?”
“No, you will still have to clean it up. Is that what you want?”
“No, Miss.”
“Then lick!” she demanded forcing my face into the mess.
I gagged and then bowed
