“The sooner I get him off, the sooner I can get him out of here” I told myself, but a part of me didn’t want him gone. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Petra?”
“No,” I replied, and his lips curled with glee. But with every day it was getting more and more difficult, and the temptation to just rub my legs together in just the right way, to slip a finger or two under the waistline of panties…
But I had to stay strong. Oh fuuuuuuck.”
Too late, I realized how loud I was being, and as my orgasm washed over me, I crammed an entire fist inside my mouth, just to prevent myself from screaming out with pleasure. His instructions had been pretty basic, but I remembered exactly what he liked. His wrinkles were so pronounced, a face full of mountains and valleys—people starved in those valleys, and those who tried to climb the mountains were punished, thrown to the vultures, pecked to death while still falling…always falling. I used the best techniques I knew—one hand played with his balls while the other stroked him.
