"You have such a wet and eager appearance all the time." When we're having a conversation like this, he always says the sweetest things to me. I beg him to say something else, but he seems to be able to read my mind. "Tell me what it is that you desire."
“You.” I am able to whisper, but he is much more skilled than I am in this area.
When he pulls his fingers out, I can feel the rough tip of his finger sliding up and down. "Tell me where you want me to go."
"Inside me." It is audible, albeit slightly louder than a whisper, but it is still barely audible.
“When?” He is still making fun of me, but this time he is applying a bit more pressure.
"Now," I yell a bit more forcefully this time.
"I truly apologize. Lois, I'm sorry, but I can't hear you. When did you say you want me?” He is ma
