I won’t tolerate being patronized. Sir.’ ‘While you’re there, put my cock inside your pussy,’ he ordered arrogantly. I crossed my arms under...my breasts. ‘No sir.’ He had been quasi-erect for the last few minutes, quietly trapped between his pelvis and my spread legs. The instant his brows slammed together and his jaw clenched, his cock surged between the folds of my pussy, rubbing past my clit, to extend farther along his belly in full erection. I swallowed a moan and found myself unable to. Oh, my God. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion,. I could feel her wet juices soaking through her panties hose and I needed to feel more. With both hands I grab the crotch of her pantyhose and ripped a hole to give me better access.She looked down at me with a needy slut grin and I slowly slid my finger inside of her as my thumb circled her hard little clit. I moved my finger in and out of her, faster and faster. Her head fell back and she bit her bottom lip hard as her whole body quivered with an intense orgasm. When she finished cumming. Even my brother Hektor was but a pale reflection of Him."Come," He said softly, taking a step toward me, His hand out."My Lord, no," I said, clutching the blanket to my breast. "Ask anything of me but this." I had seen other girls go to men, I had heard their stories. I did not want to think of my Lord Apollo as just another man driven by His lusts. Somehow I did not want to believe that of Him."Little one--" No," I said with a shake of my head. I pulled the blanket tighter around me in.