I still remember the way his cock felt in my mouth, the way he groaned as I took him deep. I knew you were watching, and I couldn’t help but wonder if you were turned on by the sight of me on my knees, servicing him like a good little slut. I could feel your eyes on me, and it only made me wetter, knowing you were getting off on it. I finished him off, swallowing every last drop, and when I looked up, I saw the hunger in your eyes. You were weak to stop him, or maybe you just liked what you saw. Either way, I know you wanted me to keep going, to keep being your dirty little whore. And I would have, if you’d only asked.