“Oh, please, sir,” she begged. She was afraid of what might happen if she should come without permission.
He still made her wait. Her hand slowed almost to a halt, but the onward momentum of her desire would not stop. Then, just as she feared the worst, he gave the order.
“Come now, slutty girl.”
She moaned softly and her thighs locked together as her finger coaxed every last quiver of the orgasm from her. At last she was still.
“Good girl,” he said. She blushed with pleasure.
“We will speak again in two days. Same time, same place.” He got up and suddenly he was gone. Was that it? No soft words, no little caresses to bid farewell? Nothing left but the hum of the orgasm still murmuring in her blood. And what of him? How would his desire be relieved? She didn’t want to think about that
