| Takes a step away from the table and falls to her knees. Keeping her head lowered, her hands still in their place, her ass resting against her heeled sandals. A brush of His hand against her cheek as she turns and kisses His palm tenderly. "Tell me, tell me what you are syndie". She straightens her posture and firmly states, " I am Your slut, Your whore, Your cunt"; swearing she could hear a snicker from behind her. "Good girl, and what do You want?, why are you here my slut?", He asks again from in front of her. Her head tilts upwards, still lost in the darkness ... |