The shock of his rough touch calmed her body down momentarily. “Not yet, my toy, I am not done with you,” Ryan whispered to her as he removed her...ball gag. “Now beg for my cock, tell me you are sorry for spying on me and opening my package.” “I wasn’t spying, it was an innocent mistake,” Becky babbled. “Beg for my cock and call me sir,” Ryan replied as she felt the tip of his cock brushing across her lips. She got a quick taste of his pre-cum and again her body needed its release. “It was. She sits me on the bed. Her hands stroke my face as she brings her lips down to mine. She feels so warm and soft, her tongue gently explores my mouth. I have wanted this to happen for so long. Taking her time she unbuttons my blouse. She slips it over my shoulder and I reach out for my first touch of her. My heart races as I place my hands over her breasts. Her glorious breasts. I can feel her nipples straining hard against the fabric of her bra and my mouth waters, desperate to take them. He promises a million dollars to keep quiet and not reveal his dirty little secret. I know that no one is going to pay a million dollars for a phone call so I tell him that to test the waters his first phone call will be $500 and then every few weeks I will call him back and increase the amount. I make him pledge to me that he is now my slave and his wallet is now mine to spend. For this phone call he will pay $500 and gave him an hour to pay. Well an hour goes buy and no gift card. But he. I’ve always thought he was attractive, in his early forties, tall and fit looking with a naughty glint in his eye: he made me feel as though he was looking at me stark naked. We had chatted occasionally over the hedge but never been alone together. He asked me if I’d like a coffee, and I found myself agreeing and going into his house. Rather than putting the kettle on, he opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a large glass. ‘You look unhappy’, he told me. ‘Sometimes I feel life is passing.