CreativeDominant
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Don't feel bad, trapped...I am back. Now you don't have to miss me anymore... ~gropes the manwhore in a salacious and yet chaste manner~ Part 3 of Chapter III He maintained a hold on her fingers. "What is it you wish to see, naughty girl? Tell me." Leigh thought for a moment and then blushed prettily. "I wish to see your cock, Sir. Please... may I undo your slacks so that I can see your cock?" She felt the tingling within her as she waited for his answer. Tingling caused by being made to be nasty, by being made to BEG to be nasty. She thought that her query would cause his fingers to loosen and bring on a 'yes' answer, but it did not. Instead, he continued to hold her fingers, his dark eyes smiling down at her as he asked, "What type of cock do you wish to see, little girl?", his voice still teasing. What type of cock? What did he mean? Then, as realization suddenly dawned on her, she blushed even more deeply. Deeper than she had all evening, so far. The blush ran so deep that she felt the redness suffuse her entire skin surface. She knew what he wanted to hear and in her knowing it, she realized that he was well aware of one of her hidden yearnings. She drew a deep breath and spoke: "Please Sir...I wish to see your cock...your...your BLACK cock. Your hungry white slut wants...no, she needs to see your ebony rod. Please Sir, please... may I undo your slacks and take your black cock out so that your pale pet can see it?" she asked, her voice filled with the plea of desire. Desire made stronger by many factors: having to acknowledge inside herself what she wanted and then having to verbally relate what she wanted, the humiliation of knowing that she had to be nasty in telling what she wanted and having to bego for what she wanted, having one of her 'triggers' pushed by someone who was the very essence of that trigger...and who knew her well enough to know that he was. I
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