“I tried, Mrs. Vandermeer,” I whispered, sincerity coloring my words. “I really did try.”“I know you did. Still, trying isn’t always good ...nough. I expect perfect obedience. Such as right now. I want to see you piss yourself, Miss Spencer. I am going to teach you when to come and when not to come. When to piss and when not to piss. I am going to teach you how to be the perfect fuck toy. Is that understood?”“Yes, Ma’am.”I’m not sure she actually heard my words, soft as they were. Still, she. She reached over and pulled something she'd placed on top of the desk while I was in the chair. It was a small, almost g-string harness with 2 dildo's attached and a cord to the side. One small four-inch dildo faced inwards with a thick stem to it. A second seven-inch dildo stood out from the harness. She put that on while I watched. I wasn't sure what my emotions were, they were rolling through me so fast it was hard to concentrate on anything but her slowly stuffing the four inches inside. “Not true little rocket. Y’all know meh name after all,” Robert snorted a chuckle at his own joke.“I want to hear what he has to say,” Jason said.“Wise words, squire. I may not look like much but I know one thing or four, and that’s this. There’s a lady in every wide stretched cunt, and a cum addicted cock junkie in every lady. There’s a slut in every woman, just dying to break out. You just gotta spring her out. Or post her bail!” Robert chuckled again.“Momma’s act all silly about coplatin’. .. please, Alistair."The last syllable rose to a cry as he rushed back to me, arms around me, lifting, pressing, and suddenly he had my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass, and he was lowering me onto him. I tilted my hips slightly as I felt his tip brush over my sex, capturing him and holding the right angle as he filled me. He pressed my back against the door, holding himself still and letting me adjust to his size. I wasn't having that, my need was too great, and I awkwardly.