
“Sir?”, she asks, and I halt the motion of my hand. “Yes, my little slut?” She bites her lip, then starts begging; I didn’t even prompt her. “Please tease me…please edge me. I…I don’t want to cum tonight. Please don’t let me.” I smile and bring my left hand up to stroke her cheek as my right resumes its inexorable advance towards her sex. As my fingertips brush against her and she lets out a little gasp, I lean close and whisper “Good girl.”























