“Jacques, may I speak to you for a moment?”“But, of course, Monsieur, what may I do for you?”“I’m afraid that my French is very poor. What...does copain mean?”Jacques raised an eyebrow, and gave me a small smile.“Why, it means boyfriend, Monsieur,” he said, chuckling as he walked away.Boyfriend? I wasn’t complaining, but this was awfully fast, and here I thought that I was getting ahead of myself!I chose not to say anything to Tran yet, but filed it away for future reference.It was a leisurely. It'sall I want. I want you to fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, fuck my mouth, do it infront of family, friends, neighbors, do it on TV, make me beg for cock, beg tobe fucked. ?Group fuck me, gang-bang me, I want to be usedmercilessly, I want to be punished, spank me, cane me, punch me, slap me, pullon my tits, hang weights from them, stretch them, cane them, hit them withslippers, stick needles in them, make me drink piss as you pierce mybreast-meat with skewers.? Hang me from my breasts as you whip. If she could dare say anything to me, as a dickslap with words...to turn my audio down. I would fuck myself with her words, and get off to the vibrations of the bass in the thumping house music...if she dare speak to me suggesting she possessed any such authority over me...I would pound her pussy in synch to the rythm of the bassline...my little anonymous slut...from the parking lot...my pussy hole. It was a brief and sudden fantasy at the moment, and...it faded at the cut of the engine...It. You’ve barely earned the suction toy. Trust me, I’m not going to let you cum until you’re a blubbering mess.”Sarah’s face dropped. She knew Matt denied Amanda’s orgasms with relentlessness, but the devious smile on his face was scaring her. He was usually such a kind individual, but he was clearly enjoying his own cruelty.Matt handed her the suction toy, but before he let go he said, “Another thing you can trust, is that you will regret cumming without permission.”“Yes, sir. What sort of.