“Why the sad face dear? Come on..”
He took me to the living room. Him still in his smart suit, looking all in control, me feeling like a slut. He sit down and pushed me to my knees in front of him. I was feeling like a doll.
“You have done a great job.. still you lack on your looks and skills but it was good enough” His hand started to travel to my still hard nipples. “I know how you feel.. but well.. that is life you don’t always get what you want.. “ His voice soft and warm maybe after all he was not that bad.. maybe he cared about me. His hand giving me a long package.
“Open it.. it’s a gift for only for special girls”
I smiled to him. Feeling a little better. Starting to realize how excited I am by his touch. Then in shock inside the box I have noticed a dildo.
“I know you are frustrated. I have forbid them to fuck you or make you cum. Its custom made.. very special..now..slide it in..”
I was at the brink of my tears. Is this what he thought about me? Was that all the care.. But I found myself sliding in the dildo.. feeling how hot and wet was my cunt.