Then, standing on her toes in order to reach his ear, she whispered, “T-tell me to…take off my clothes.” And when, startled, he started to pull back she held him there and added, her voice shaking, “Pre-…” She stopped, unable to go on for a moment, then forced herself to continue, “Pretend I’m…y-your…slave.” And then: “Please.”
She let him go then, and stood back, waiting, terrified, for his reaction. Then he suddenly withdrew them and, seizing her by the chin once more, leaned close and asked, “Well, is it?”
Diana, gasping, was frozen in his gaze, unable to speak. “Thanks for seeing me home, Di-”
Diana stepped up to him and threw her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. But her mouth fell open once more, and she cried out, “Oh!”, as James took his now juice-soaked middle finger and began to worm it between her ass cheeks. She finally settled on a pair of black pants – a recent acquisition that showed off her slim figure – and a silky, bright-colored top – basically a fancy t-shirt –
