She grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. She was much stronger than me, Sylvia was. I learned that the hard way, because I had been in this predicament many times before. I tried to stay away from Her as much as possible, but She was like a lioness, Sylvia was, always on the hunt for prey.
Open your mouth, She hissed.
I obeyed and She pushed two fingers into my mouth.
Move your teeth out of the way, or I’ll knock them out!
I panicked, I did, because where does one hide one’s teeth in an emergency situation like this? Still, sucking on Her fingers turned out to be an unexpected delight. And when She took them out of my mouth, I moaned a loud “n-o-o-o-o-o”.
Shut up and open your mouth, She barked.
She was never in a good mood, to be honest. Always agitated and always ready to pummel someone into submission. This time She stuffed Her whole hand into my mouth. I had to stop myself from gagging and I was drooling like a Saint Bernard in heat. She was quite unfamiliar with the word “mercy”, Sylvia was, so She took Her time. But finally, after God knows how long, She pulled Her hand out of my mouth and wiped it on my shirt.
Now thank Me!
Thank You, Sylvia, thank You so much, thank You!
She looked at me with Her cold, beautiful, predator eyes.
We’ll meet again, loser, be sure of that.
She’s such a lovely, wicked Angel, Sylvia is.
Open your mouth, She hissed.
I obeyed and She pushed two fingers into my mouth.
Move your teeth out of the way, or I’ll knock them out!
I panicked, I did, because where does one hide one’s teeth in an emergency situation like this? Still, sucking on Her fingers turned out to be an unexpected delight. And when She took them out of my mouth, I moaned a loud “n-o-o-o-o-o”.
Shut up and open your mouth, She barked.
She was never in a good mood, to be honest. Always agitated and always ready to pummel someone into submission. This time She stuffed Her whole hand into my mouth. I had to stop myself from gagging and I was drooling like a Saint Bernard in heat. She was quite unfamiliar with the word “mercy”, Sylvia was, so She took Her time. But finally, after God knows how long, She pulled Her hand out of my mouth and wiped it on my shirt.
Now thank Me!
Thank You, Sylvia, thank You so much, thank You!
She looked at me with Her cold, beautiful, predator eyes.
We’ll meet again, loser, be sure of that.
She’s such a lovely, wicked Angel, Sylvia is.
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