" "This!" I snapped, cupping my hands around my bollocks. "And the fact I make her happy. But you wouldn't know about that would you. You only think ...f yourself, don't you." "You make me sick. Why don't you fuck someone your own age," she snapped back. "Like you, you mean. I might just do that one day. I've always fancied sliding my cock up your arse," I said laughing. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and service a real woman." "You are such a bastard." "I know and one day I'm going. And, when I listen and do what he says, he’s always very kind to me; he praises me, and gives me compliments. It makes the whole thing nicer… more satisfying.” “More satisfying? That’s a weird thing to say too.” My mind was caught up in the idea of her obeying him in exchange for a little verbal stroking, that she found it ‘satisfying’ to bow to his every command, if only to hear him praise her. Of course, while I was tangled up in these thoughts, I was not unaware of her hand on me, fondling. You're wearing jeans with a belt - you know I hate them but you think it's funny so you do it anyway - a black t-shirt and a jacket.You're wondering whether this was a good idea. You didn't warn me you were coming and I'm probably asleep by now. You press the doorbell and wait but there's no noise from the intercom, maybe this will be a wasted trip and you should just go home and pretend nothing ever happened. You press it again and nothing happens.Oh well, it was a stupid idea anyway, you. Lifting her to my chest is like picking up a feather, she feels so light in my arms. Her arm circles my neck; I feel her warm body through my shirt. I’m so turned on at this point my dick hurts from need; my balls feel heavier than she does. As I walked through our home I pass the couch, I want to throw her down on it spread those gorgeous legs to my shoulders and drive in her till my head of my dick hits bottom, not just touch but hit her cervix. I know this can drive a girl into orgasm but.