“Honey, you don’t really think so, do you?” Connie wasted after hearing what he wanted her to do.
“Yes, honey, I really do. You said you asked yourself what it would be, okay, I want you to know it.” He told her to look in her eyes.
She couldn’t believe it. She only mentioned it a few times, fantasizing with him and now he told him that he wanted her to do it so that she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he feel and do if she did it while he looked. It was one of the demands that he could monitor her.
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