Once inside, Gareth took hold of my waist, and pulled me towards him. Looking me in the eyes, he calmly said, “You’re not going to disappoint me are you, Emma?” I smiled, as I shook my head. “Are you going to make me happy?” I nodded, and began to lift my t-shirt, for him. “Good girl!” He whispered as he leant against the door. My, pink, nipples were beginning to ache, they were so hard. Dropping the t-shirt to the floor, I unzipped my skirt, and it followed, leaving me in my smallest, white, knickers, which were sticking to me.

I ran my fingers, gently, over my tits, “What do...