He’s always late. He strokes some up onto his finger and traces it over my lips. I’m a girl, no, a women, possessed. I get the idea that he’s laughing at me but I’m too pleased to care. His cock is still hovering at the entrance to my dripping cunt. His face doesn’t change as he does it which puzzles me. He’s always liked being in control. I’m sobbing but he doesn’t stop. Some of you will know about this already. I use the middle finger of my left hand. The bottle empties, he gets another and we head back to the room. I gently press down on it and I come. I scream. He arrives and we drink. He smiles and calls me his good girl. It’s mildly bugging me now, I’m not a stupid little girl anymore and I’m ready to play my own games. His cock stretching my tight pussy and the dildo stretching my almost virgin arse.
