I feel my cock rush to attention as she stands a few feet away.“Keep playing,” she says.“Huh?” I say, confused.She drops down in front of me, ...nd my heart speeds up. I can’t imagine she’s about to give me a blowjob. Her hands adamantly undo my pants until my cock is in the open. Again, she tells me to play, so I unpause and make an attempt while her mouth closes over my dick. It isn’t easy to concentrate on the game with the feel of her sucking me so good. Her head moves up and down in my lap,. I had no sense that when he did something he had to be the best. He just seemed to want what he did to be effective. If it didn't work, he would try something else.So if he didn't need to excel, it had to be something else. Did he feel the additional preparation made him more able to improvise? Did it have anything to do with performance at all? I'd never seen him attempt anything he couldn't accomplish.Then I thought back to something he had said at Thanksgiving: I, in particular, have been. Anything, she would do anything to avoid being whipped again. "Yes," she began feebly, "I will do what you have ordered me to do." In her suffering she had even forgotten what he had demanded of her. It didn't make any difference. He never gave her any real choice anyway. On seeing Tina sobbing, her tears flowing down her cheeks like a torrent of water, William was determined to make the girl suffer the humiliation of her capitulation."So, you will agree to do as I order?" William responded to. You’ve never seen a penis... a ‘cock’? ...is that a better word?”She didn’t reply. She just stared. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth slightly open. “Pull your panties over a little. I want to see your tan lines.” She moved her fingers over to her panties and pulled the leg opening aside a little, exposing her tan line and a little bit of pubic hair on the top. Her hair was light brown, thin and fairly sparse. I reached down and held my underwear tight against my hard-on, and opened the fly so.