His lips flickered in registration of her guilty plea, and for a moment his face was unreadable as to whether her choice would see her beaten or praised. He settled finally on the latter, but not before hesitating enough to scare her more than a little. "Fine, but that's the first thing you do after I'm done with you. Before you dress or clear the cum from yourself. Yes?"<br/><br/>He wandered to a large wooden wardrobe, a mirror embedded in its front giving him a good view of her, and her fingers. It bought blood to his cock, and before he'd finished selecting his days outfit he had a full on erection, eager to be sated. The first half of his pick got laid out on a chair, the second abandoned until afterward.<br/><br/>So with that warming of his body and flooding of his senses he turned, and crossed the room, moving so directly that there could be only one thing on his mind. He reached the edge of the bed and waved a hand to beckon her closer.<br/><br/>"Come on, over the side of the bed, wrigge that fine arse and juicy cunt to me so that I can screw it." He waited a few moments for her to scurry over, ignoring the stiffness of his prick for just a few more minutes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>