He was going to complete her punishment by taking her…out there. She also had to think about her make-up—sometimes He liked her entirely without it, fresh and innocent-looking, and sometimes, for certain roles—the executive or the schoolteacher, for instance, He wanted her looking professional. Sex “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you? Her joints were in agony. Jenny had no idea what time it was. Anything at all? She glanced up at him, startled… He responded with a toss of His chin, indicating that she was to open the door, and her heart sank. Between the erotic stimulation of watching Him masturbate and then come all over her and the vibrations of the tireless Long John between her legs she felt an eruption beginning to rumble inside her, starting deep within and sending bolts of electricity up her spine like lightning in reverse. Jenny let out her breath in a sigh. She should be able to hear Him climbing the stairs, especially since her door was unlatched. Icy. And when that’s done, the last thing you’re going to kneel inside the semi-circle, facing the door. It was a Wednesday afternoon. He’d probably been calling from home, which meant she had at least fifteen or twenty minutes to prepare, but He might have been calling from downstairs for all she knew, and God
