It seems I have you captive – my hand covering your mouth, my other reaching around to pleasure you. Face the window, I want everyone to witness the control I have over you, the power of my hands, as my soft whispers fill your ears. No pussy for you, only my skilled fingers. How long can you endure as my hand’s prisoner? How about after a few neck kisses… how about after I use my sweaty gym sock to muffle your moans…
And afterwards: clean your servant’s mess off my manicured fingers and the floor. I OWN YOU.