“I’ve been thinking,” you say as you fondle me through my shirt. “About what?” I ask. “About what it would be like to send you over the ed...e in five strokes.” With a smirk, I grab in between your legs, and feel your erection. I watch you smile and feel you throb in my hand. “What makes you think I can go over so easily?" I say. "Judging by how turned on you are I bet I could send you just as fast,” I say. I kiss your neck, tracing my tongue up and down and stroking you at the same time. You. ”Heather released him and stepped back. She followed up with a firm swat to his nearly-bare ass.*SMACK*“Do the laundry, Dana!”“Yes, Mistress!”Darius hurried off to finish his work and Heather grabbed a cola from the fridge. She moved into the living room, grabbed her laptop and plopped down on the couch. After setting her phone aside and booting up the computer, she went right to her email. New correspondence flowed into her inbox rapidly. There were several new sub***********ions for Duchess. The room across from the elevator is room 400, to the left is a small door with no numbers which must be the cleaner’s closet. I turn right, and follow the corridor. All of the even numbers are on my left now. I stop outside room 412 and wonder whether I should knock or use my key. It is the little things which agonise me. I decide to knock. The seconds between my knock and your answer are unbearable. I feel like I am being pulled apart, or crushed, or suffocated. The handle moves downwards. "Please....please." They are the first words she has spoken. I asked her what she wanted, knowing full well what she now desired more than anything. "Please fuck me. Please put that cock of yours inside my cunt and fuck me." I asked why I should after she'd teased and tormented me all summer by sunning yourself like this. "Please. I'm sorry for teasing. Please fuck me. Shove that cock of yours inside me and fuck till I hurt. Please.” I looked down and saw her juices flowing freely from.