"More," I whimpered in a hoarse voice. "Please, Sir...more."

Mister Richards turned and smiled down at me. "Ah, Sonya, back amongst the living, eh? He came over and patted me on the head, his cock gently brushing against my nose. I tilted my head to get it in my mouth, but cried out in dismay as Mister Richards moved away.

"Please..." I said, using a little girl's voice I'd not used in thirty-five years to get my way. "At least, let me suck your cock clean."

Mister Richards laughed and shook his head. "Now, now, my dear. You've been a delight and fucking you again would be wonderful, but there...