(I know he would drink very occasionally, and when my parents were at home he comes very late in the night when he drink. He used to ring me on my mob...le before coming home to open the door.) Instead of going out for that, I told him to have it here in home so that I would accompany him. He was confused. Then I told him that I want to have a beer once. He said okay and went out to bring.That night he came home with four bottles of beer and kept them in fridge. We got freshened up and I wore the. Clearly, every single fibre of his being was urging him to rush forward and fulfill his lustful desires, but he was trying to hold on to whatever chivalrous sanity he had left to not come off as a cunt-worshipping asshole. ‘You’re a man at heart, James. All men want the same thing: hard, wild sex. And we can’t get to that if you’re too shy to even help a girl take off her clothes,’ I said, starting to get impatient. ‘I’m not shy!’ he protested. ‘I’m just…not used to these kinds of things.’ I. Your 18 and out of school. I haven’t really seen you in three years and we don’t really have a relationship. You might as well be any girl I go to school with.”“Ok smart ass. Show me your dick and I’ll give you a peak and you can just leave.” I never thought he would do it. I thought it would shame him, but now that the words were out of my mouth, I knew it was the wrong thing to say, because he just got off the bed, undid his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. His soft dick hung and I. But, he did. He knew why you were here. He knew you were about to be taken and fucked. He knew that you were here for one thing and one thing along - to be fucked and fucked senseless - turned from princess into whore. Master's whore. Master's personal slut, fuck toy and sex slave. Master's property.You left the lobby and went to the room, sliding the key card into the door and opening it, half expecting to find me. The room was empty but it was clear and evident that he had been there. Candles.