It seemed she was doing a good job because soon he had told she could earn her next orgasm. She would of galnce curious at him if she could. How would she get to cum next? Would she finally be allowed to look at him. She frowned as he warned her she had to tell so she would admit it at last with a deep sigh and a low grumble. "19..."<br/><br/>The blonde felt a small spark of joy when she heard him admit it made him hard. How had this twisted around on her, she had gone from not wanting to now begging, needing more.<br/><br/>She felt him shift and she would kneel, hands in her lap as she waited. He caught her hand and she found his cock still hard beneath her palm. She stroked it for a few minute, why did she still toy with the idea of rebelling. It always ended in pain.<br/><br/>She used her hands to guide herself ontop of him. At last she was straddling. One of her small hands pressed to his chest, the other pressed under trying to line herself up. She was having trouble, he would see how her cheeks puffed up and hear the whine of dismay in her throat. She had decided not to act up but she still couldn't get what she wanted.<br/><br/>Her dripping slit was too slippery and her hole tight with want not allowing his head to just slip into place.<br/><br/>"Um... please help... sir," she murmured the last bit with a lack of sass this time.