Jessie knew how it would go. It would start with him getting annoyed over little things that didn’t even matter in the grand scheme of the relations...ip. Then he’d ask the poor girl to delete that one guy who’d been following her Instagram for maybe a month. Then a few more guys, then her brother and her dad, if she had either. Then suddenly he’d be monitoring all her social media use. Then he’d scream at her for things out of her control, like men glancing at her while they were out.She sighed,. .I heard a pathetic little yelp as he dropped her to the ground, saw her crumpled on the floor as she looked up at him with slavish devotion. I knew I couldn't toss her around like Darren could, she was taller than me and everything. But as I saw her running her tongue over his wingtips, sucking on the tips, her eyes glued to his the entire time, I knew I wanted to make her do the same to me. I wanted to make her pay...and I wasn't going to miss a single second of this hands-on demonstration on. A twat from a long line of twits. But oh…it was a twat I intended to see the fucking of! If perhaps not to sample the delights of its tight, wet depths myself. So from my fingers into her very pert mouth she took the tincture of her cunts ravishment. I smiled at her expression of delightful joy over the taste. Oh, the near orgasmic bliss. Enraptured, enraptured! Then her expression began to dull, her eyes to wander, her speech to slur. Before anyone could notice I suggested she send away her. You provocatively bend right over knowing I am gazing at your firm arse. You then face me and stretch your chest and arms. Your tits pull tight together as you clasp your arms together and imagine my cock sliding into your cleavage. I am looking at you. Wanting you. Thinking how much I want to fuck you. You notice my eyes....piercing and focused on what I want. You.For the next hour or so we set about our respective routines. Treadmill, rowing machine, cross trainer, weights machines and free.