Asking him if he liked knowing that I'm a whore and about how my teacher had fucked me and how much I'd loved it and how he would have loved to watch....hen he finished jacking off he went to freshen up and while he was away I re read the dialogue and cringed.We have slowed down a bit now, just chatting about general stuff.But I want him, want his cock, and want to run my hands over him. I think of him fucking me when I finger myself.I have friends up in Newcastle (where he lives) I decided to. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring at her when she turned around. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four. My head left her mouth with an audible pop leaving her gasping for air. "No Master," she cried, lunging forward, "I'm not finished!"I pulled her up to my face and walked toward the iron door, swinging it open, and placing her gently next to Carol, whose wobbling stomach was beginning to empty of my seed."Eat, love. Tomorrow we'll finish what we started."------------------------------------------From the author: That is all for now, a teaser if you will. I haven’t contributed to this story in. "Who knows, she always did like to collect junk," Craig replied. If only Craig really knew what was inside. Me, the girl he still desperately wanted dressed like a sex doll all boxed up and ready to be shipped and used. They continued to talk back and fourth but I wasn't paying much attention. The whole situation was just making me hornier by the second and I could barely focus on anything at the moment. I was brought back to reality when I was dropped into the back of the Craig's.