H had a little bit of a naughty glint in her eye and was often quite suggestive when we had been out. I had a feeling that when we finally did hook up...that it was going to be pretty wild. Our text messaging had started innocently enough, asking how each others days had been, the usual small talk but it gradually became more and more flirty, naughty and ended up becoming very much X-rated. This girl was a freak and I thought I may had met my match.It started off fairly vanilla, however, it was. Good chance it would be sore for a while. She brought back a wash cloth and towel. “So you can clean up.” Looking in the bathroom mirror he saw his face and chest were mottled pink. He wet the wash cloth and washed himself cursorily, knowing he would shower at home. He felt a little foolish the way he had carried on getting fucked. Moaning and groaning like that. He couldn’t control it. Even sobbing once, out of his head, like a woman. He wondered what she thought about it, if she regarded him. “The game is service. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of. She put her chest on mine and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss, but I wanted more. I flipped over, keeping our bodies together and our mouths together, pinned her arms against the bed and held her there with just enough force to keep her still, but not enough to hurt her. I pulled my mouth away from hers and slowly placed soft passionate kisses along her right jaw line, down her neck, across her throat and onto her left collarbone where I slipped out my tongue and traced.