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Sir Collars me
Date: 9/20/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Hotpants66, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
deal with that.” “So what, you thought sending me gifts would make it all better. Make me tell you its ok and just let you back between my legs? And what was the damn empty box supposed to be?” “What box? But no I didn’t think sending you gifts would make it better. Nothing will ever excuse or be payment enough for what I did.” “Oh so I am nothing more than a slut you can pay off now?” “No, No, No, damnit baby girl why are you twisting my words!!!!” I can see how frustrated he is, and while I will never admit it, I want nothing more than his arms around me right now. I have shifted on the couch and the robe has fallen away from my leg. I look up to notice that he notices this and his hand his moving toward me. His hand is on my thigh and my hand on his, our eyes lock for a moment before I push it away. Secretly wishing that hand was inside me. “May I see the box you asked about?” Not knowing why he wants it I see no harm in it. I tell him it’s on my bed and he can go get it. He doesn’t say a thing and walks to my room. After a few minutes he has not returned so I go to see what he is doing. I find him on the floor, box in his lap, head hung, hands in tight fists. I walk closer to him, my feet right beside him and he doesn’t move. I squat down beside him, take his chin in my hand and lift it up to look in his eyes. He has tears, real tears. My heart breaks. He jerks his head from my hand and turns away. I stand up on sit the edge of bed, robe falling open as I do. “I did ...