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"Yes, Jane, you may have permission."
A long pause, while I think.
"Why do I have to ask permission, anyways?"
"Because that's mine, slut, and I control it."
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"Whose pussy is this, little one?" He asks as his big hand cups the area in question.
"Yours, sir." I answer as I've been taught to do.
"What about these tits, love? Whose are these?" He asks, as he twists one of my nipples.
"Those are yours too, sir." I answer, looking up at him.
"And whose mouth is this?" He asks, as he is grabbing my hair and pulling me closer to him.
"Your mouth, sir." I get out, just as he puts his cock in it.
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"Beg for it, Jane. I want to hear you beg, sounding pathetic, beg me for it."
"Sir...." I whine. "I can't, you know I can't beg, it's so hard." He grabs my hair and twists, until I cry out.
"But I want to hear it, dear, which means you will beg, and you will mean it."
"Oh but sir..." I'm almost whimpering now, which I know is what he likes anyways. "Sir, can I please come? Pretty please? Will you please fuck my pussy with your fingers? I'd like that so much."
"You would, wouldn't you? Well I suppose...since you asked so nicely...."
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