She must have been desperately wondering what I would do next. Sex “No! To make her more comfortable, as well as for my own aesthetic pleasure, I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and helped her step out of her shorts. Aside from still being flushed, she looked quite presentable, if rather exhausted. Then she crawled back to pick up the next item. Uncovered, her screams would have been heard for a great distance even through cinderblock and probably would have caused a number of 911 calls to be made. “Yessss…I’ll let you pull my pants down.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Ohh…yes, I want you to pull my pants down.”
“Say ‘Please’.”
“Oh, oh god…Please pull my pants down!”
I reached behind her to unfasten and unzip her shorts, and slowly eased them down over her hips until the separation of her legs wouldn’t allow them to go any further. The electric toothbrush seemed to offer some possibilities. She made small noises of protest but knew she was helpless. Then ironed. And when it was done she was nearly in a state of collapse—her nose was still stuffed up from crying and it couldn’t have been easy to breathe with her mouth full of my underwear.
