<strong>Evie ~ no brown nose here Mister</strong><br/><br/>Evie crinkled her nose up when he said about a brown nose, "I might do many things for you Master but I am not going to lick your arse" she told him, her eyes twinkling with pleasure.  She wasnt sure what it was about the brute, he was rough, violent, obviously feared, but she was beginning to enjoy being with him.  She wanted to please him, to tease him, to do things that made him laugh.  She knew she should be terrified of him, but she wasnt.  He could hurt her yes, but at times she actually liked that.    Wanted it....Needed it....<br/><br/>He pulled her up with no seeming effort.  Pushing her against the wall, hands above her head.  She was groaning as he rubbed against her, pressing into her.  She wanted him so badly, her body cried out for him, but she knew it would be later, she was expected to do something first.<br/><br/>She loved the way he called her 'hot cunt', she was getting to him, he was so hard he must always be in that state, he was always hard when she felt him.  She listened to him, "Owl? T-wit-t-woo..." she replied, "I'll be good Master, I only want to please you." She told him, placing a quick peck on the end of his nose.<br/><br/>She wasnt sure what she would sing, but as was ehr way she would improvise and see what happened, sometimes that was the best way.  And she would sing it well, cos she would sing it only for one person...there would only be one person in that room who mattered, and for him she would sing her heart out if he told her too..<br/><br/><br/>