Sommer did the best should on him, but his grip on her never slacked, he never gave her much chance to breath to gain any comfort in her handling of him. Indeed the only air she managed were small gasps through her nose when he pulled back far enough. Still through it all, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and that meant he wasn't hitting her, or twisting her breasts, or strangling her.<br/><br/>She knew he was getting close, the movements became more urgent, his breathing shallower and more rapid, she had him so close. In her mind the single though 'finish you bastard', repeated itself over and over, as if she were willing him to flood her throat with his seed. She felt him so close, she tried to ready herself, ready to choke down whatever he gave her, then suddenly he pulled away. His hand still gripped her hair and he used that hold to shove her back. Surprised she lost her balance and fell backwards, landing half on her side.<br/><br/>She looked up at him as he spoke, not at first understanding why he had stopped, before realizing he was not going to let her have control. He would finish under his circumstances, not hers, and he meant to use her longer. The edge of fear returned to her face as she lay there, unmoving. "What... what would you like me to do for you sir?" she asked, her voice gentle, quiet, submissive.