"Yeah," Linda added. "I mean we aren't here to punish someone who is trying their best, but you have to help us. Now what caused you to grab the Comma...der."Commodore Pruitt looked down and blushed. "Sorry. I'm just overwhelmed. I know I'm struggling quite a bit in my post. When you arrived and no one knew why I was sure it was for something I had done, but you never approached me directly." You have a guilty conscience then?" I asked.The man blushed. "No, but I definitely am feeling like I'm in. And I want that. Tonight." Okay." Gabe's voice was so low she almost didn't hear him.He led her to his room. She took her bag into the bathroom and changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt she had swiped the last time she stayed at Gabe's. Then she brushed her teeth and pulled her hair up with a scrunchy.She went out into the bedroom and Gabriel was nowhere to be found. The television was on; so was a light on one of the nightstands. She climbed into the queen-sized bed, pulled the top. Master never forgot. Her tears started flowing free, as through them she hiccupped a gentle “Thank you, Sir.”He leaned in to kiss away her tears, and she hugged him to her even harder, as she heard him whisper in her ear: “Please stop crying, pet. It makes me feel like a prick.”Her hold on him grew even stronger. “No, Sir. Please don’t. I’m crying from happiness, Sir.”“I know, pet. But it still makes me feel miserable to see you in tears when you should be smiling happily.”“Oh, sir!” she. Her thighs soaking as she continues togush, even now when she is not being touched and noteven having orgasmed. Her whole body screaming forrelease! She wants it! She needs it! Please!Abruptly and unrepentantly she feels a fingerpenetrating her, slipping comfortably into her wetforbidden flesh. She lets out a loud gasp, draining allthe air from her lungs, as the sensation of the fingerinside her over powers her senses, numbing her body,and tumbling her mind into darkness, being unable tofocus.