She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily into the silence before finally standing and dressing,taking the rod i now know as a dildo into the bath...room i heard her clean it then she returned and put it back in the dresser before she walked over to me and stood at the foot of the bed facing me. ‘I’m sorry sweetie you just look so delicious lying there, tied down for me. But I know I mustn’t touch…just yet,’ with this she clamped her hand gently around my cunt, gently cupping it, ‘ but you. I don't even make them pay for the use of my body. I submit like a mindless cunt. I let them use my body to satisfy their lust because some man I fear and despise tells me I must. No money changes hands. Instead I give to them. I give them my body and I pay them for the privilege by withdrawing from what little remains of my rapidly diminishing pool of self respect.The head of the man's cock suddenly entered my vagina ... my cunt. He's apparently not very well hung. Not like Gary or Donk. I. It IS that I’m intimidated by her. I always have been. She’s the girl that guys love having around because she is so fun, enjoys ‘guy’ stuff, but still has that feminine charm. I knocked at her door on Wednesday. I had noticed that she and Trevor always had pizza on Wednesday (okay, so I’ve been watching her a bit more closely than I have previous led you to believe), and I figured they would be home. Sure enough, the door swung wide and I was confronted with Trevor – money in hand – looking. "Very well Brittney. I'll get your clothes," he said and began moving toward the other desk."No," I said. "I don't want to leave." But you used your safe word. Tonight is over." I'm sorry. I didn't understand. Please," I pleaded.He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. "Last chance little girl."He then sat down again. This time he didn't hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.I.