‘Undo my trousers and pull them down,’ he ordered.
She looked surprised, but did as he said.
‘Now the underpants,’ he said.
She pulled them down. His c**k stood up proud, jutting out from his groin, the purple glans straining to burst from the foreskin.
‘Mount me,’ he said.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked. Now that it had come to this point, she had a sudden crisis of conscience. Perhaps she had pushed too far too fast.
‘I won’t tell you again.’ He said. ‘Just do as you are told.’
She straddled him, then took his c**k in her hand and put it to the entrance of her cunt. Slowly she lowered herself onto him until he was buried in her up to the hilt.
‘You mustn’t move now,’ he said. ‘We’re going to sit like this until I think I’ve got you trained.’
He could feel her cunt clench around him
