“She does anything you say?” I asked.

Marco was in the kitchen, and he left his little toy as she called her, standing next to me by the window.  She had been living there for a few months, and while she often made me drinks, I had never asked about what else she did.

“Feel free to play with her,” he called out.  She shifted ever so slightly when he spoke, and suddenly the room felt warm with tension. “She gives great head,” he added.

I walked around her a few times and she didn’t move a muscle.  Her lips were red and quivering, and without thinking I slid two fingers between them and felt her warm wet tongue.  I held her hair with my other hand as I slid my fingers further into her mouth, and she didn’t so much as cough.  I could see her chest move as she struggled to breathe, and her nipples were visible through her thin shirt.

She let out a gasp when I removed my fingers, and she watched as I slid them down her body.  I unbuttoned her and my fingers were still wet when I lightly caressed her left breast.  She held her breath when I began to squeeze the nipple tightly between two fingers, and she almost made a sound when I finally released her.

“She gets very excited,” I said when I noticed him leaning in the doorway.

“Is she wet?” he asked me.

I slid the same hand inside her jeans and over her perfectly smooth skin, where I pushed one finger easily inside her.

“She’s soaking,” I said.

“She’s not sure what you’re going to do and she likes that.  She’s just as worried that you’ll stop as she is that you’ll bend her over the couch and fuck her ass.”

I turned her around and pushed her forward, until she was, in fact, bending over the couch. I slid her jeans down around her knees and stared in awe at her compliant body trembling in silence.

“She does have a lovely ass,” I said as I moved my hand over it. He smiled at me from across the room, and I realized that it really was up to me. The possibilities seemed endless, and I wasn’t sure where to start, let alone where to end.

“Let’s see how long we can keep her worried,” I said, as I slid off the remaining cotton.