“I’ll put it in, just as soon as you say “Master, please fuck me”.” “What?! I agreed to play with you, but I’d never sink so low as to s...ying that!”“Well then, I guess I might as well just invite the next girl in. After all, you’ve already had your orgasm, so there’s no real point to continuing.”Finally, she smiled and even began to laugh. “To think you could be so cruel. Ok, here it goes. Master, please fuck me!”I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Goddamn, I love you.”I didn’t give her. Mr and Mrs Khan would call in every day to see if there was anything I needed from the shops and often brought me a meal in the evening. Now Mr and Mrs Khan had a daughter Khandi. Over the years I had seen her go from a young schoolgirl and just before my operation had been to her sixteenth birthday and realised what a beautiful girl she had grown into. She was slim with long black hair, brown eyes and had a dazzeling smile. Not for the first time I noticed how she had developed. On that night. He folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the chair by the door. ‘Follow me’, she said and stepping around him proceeded to the living room. He quickly got back to his knees and crawled after her. When he got to the living room she was sitting in the big arm chair, her legs spread, the toy sticking up, he stopped at her feet and awaited orders. ‘Suck my cock, slave boy’, she ordered in her stern voice. He gulped looking at the toy, how would he take it deep into his mouth? He shuffled. ” Byte sighs and stands. She stands at 5’10 and weighed 150lbs. She straps on her leather armor and walks out with her long sword. She blinks her eyes to adjust to the brightness and then looks at her visitor. The man sat on his horse in shiny armor. A broad sword hung from his side and when he spoke his voice was of regal upbringing. “Lady Byte I have come to claim you as my bride.” He acted as if this should be all she needed to go to him. Byte scoffs. “I will only go with the man who can.