"I don't.  There's nobody I'd rather be with than you."  I don't even know why I said it, but I did.  Then she started drawing that circle through my shirt and I shuddered at the touch.  "They're wrong, they can go screw themselves, they might stand a chance, and they are<em>so wrong</em>."  I paused.  "Uh...the girls.  I mean.  That's who I was talking about."  Then she put her hands on my shoulders and asked me the question.<br/><br/>And I could not help myself.<br/><br/>"Oh God, please yes.  Talk to me in that clipped Oxford accent that drips disdain and haughtiness; it makes me<em>hot</em>."  I could feel the warmth spreading through my thighs.  I put my hands on opposite sides of her on the desk, it was literally the only way that I was going to stay standing.  "Make me lick your feet, your pussy, and then give me a belly rub and tell me I've been good before you tease my boobs until I cum!"