Then I push myself back off her. xxx I’m grinning nastily as I did so, no doubt seeing that her eyes are glassy with tears from fear and pain, but knowing she is not fighting me, rather she is only responding more to each new moment. I’m not holding her down, I’m not grabbing her hair and forcing her head towards my cock to clean me with her tongue, I lean back on my arms waiting for her to do the job I have ordered her to do. I required her to clean me, not to pleasure me, and she is too afraid to do anything other than what I said. She’d grown accustom to knowing she’d have to do it herself, which was fine, she guessed, that was just the way she worked.
