“Yes. Please.” I tell you.“Please, what?”I feel humiliated and turned on at the same time to ask for what I want. “Please, fuck me with your...finger.”A hard spank comes down my ass in surprise. “Ask again,” you command.“Please, will you fuck me with your finger?” My body is burning with desire and humiliation. Burning with control and surrender. Your finger slowly enters my wet pussy but just teasing at the entrance. I can feel my hunger wanting to devour you, wanting to be devoured. You enter. You'll wake up one day and not want me!" She blurted out the last of the sentence.I studied Samantha's face for a second. Gone was the facade of brash bravado and smart mouthed confidence that was usually there. Here was a frightened little girl that needed to be assured."So, you're afraid that I'll come to my senses one day and find someone I think I want more?"Samantha cuffed some tears from her eyes and sniffed as she nodded. I reached out, pulled her to my chest and let her sob for about. .." he began, already exasperated with her."I ... what's wrong with us today?" You seem to have some form of guilt complex over what happened last night." No I don't," he replied snappishly."There you go again." What do you mean?" He asked as they approached the café just outside the mall."Um, let's get a drink or something and discuss this. I'm sorry; it's just that I'm ... I don't know."They entered the café, and Terry said, "Sorry is good enough, dear. I'm glad to hear you admit it. I'll. It’s a picture she texted to me about four months ago, she looks so beautiful in the picture and it makes me miss her so much. It’s been almost a year since I last visited her and every time I see the picture I feel the need to run straight to her. Had she already planned on moving then? Why wouldn’t she just tell me? The picture is of her at the lake, she enjoys the outdoors and she has a rare smile on her face. Her features are sharp, severe even. She’s absolutely a beautiful woman, I am not.