It was another one of his games, always cruel and degrading, designed to make her feel cheap and deviant, and always so perverse as to make her weak w...th desire and passion. She loved him, and she loved what he did to her and she loved what he made her. She had knelt at his feet and looked up at him as he lounged before her, looking fine in his black suit and silk tie, in the heavy armchair of red velvet. She was naked but for black leather cuffs with a chrome ring fixed into each one, which. "I took my shower, put on a pair of panties, a bra, blue jeanshorts, and a nice print top. I worked on finishing dinnerand Jamie took her shower.After dinner, we were sitting on the patio, relaxing,sipping a glass of wine. And, Jamie said, "Well what do youthink so far?" About being a girl? I'll agree with you that it's somework, you have to be careful how you act and look. And, mycomment the other night was out of place. This has been areal learning experience, I never realized that girls. She started shivering so I wrapped my jacket around her, ignoring the cold I was feeling myself, and told her she should go home. ‘No, I’m never going home. I’m going to live with you,’ she replied stubbornly. ‘Lil, baby, you can’t. Come with me,’ I said gently taking her hand, she was obviously really upset. ‘You aren’t going to like me very much for this,’ I added, as I picked up my school bag and headed in the direction of her house. She must have been exhausted as she just meekly. She was cleanly shaven, and looked so good. I could see the moisture between her legs and smell her sweet musky smell. I bet my head and laid a kiss on her, breathing in her smell, never wanting to stop. I kissed my way down her and used my fingers to spread her apart, I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy and heard her cry out softly. I found her clit, swollen and hard, and swirled my tongue around it. I slipped a finger into her as far as I could. I wanted more of her, it was as if.