“I’m going to go get dressed. I’ll be right back then we can talk.”
He was visibly more upset than earlier. “Don’t go anywhere. I just want to look at you. You’re a little whore and I think you’re dressed correctly.”
He snatched the towel from me then continued, “Nah, now you’re dressed correctly.”
I grabbed for the towel then decided not to bother once he held it behind his back then threw it to the side. I became moist as I stood in all my glory highly aroused at the mere sight of his anguish.
“If I’m a whore what does that make you, a whoremaster?”
“I guess that’s exactly what I am. It’s your fault I’m back here so now what are you going to do about it, Bella?”
I smiled, “Well Anthony, I’m going to live up to the title you’ve given me, tease you like you’ve never been teased before, then fornicate the feces out of you. That’s what I’m going to do about it.” Copyright@2010
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