"You forget I have pictures of you doing it to Bill Arnold," I said, standing.

"No, I mean…" she turned her head and looked up at me, "I never swallowed… it. I thought…" She drifted off.

"I felt my cock go into your throat when I came. I think that's what you felt. And my come going down your throat." Talking like this was making my cock stir again. Good, I thought, soon we go on to the next step.

"Yes," she said. After a moment she added "Your thing is so much bigger than Randy's – my boyfriend's – or Bill's. It was… different."

"You liked it, Annie."

"Ann."

"Yes. You did a good job, so it's Ann. I can see this is going to be a nice afternoon." I smiled at her reaction, which was mild shock.

"You mean we're not done?"

"Done?" I laughed. "We're about as far from done as you can imagine.

And this is just today. I like this, Ann. I like this a lot. And in a way, I think you do to."

She would not answer, but instead rose and went to the sink, to get a drink of water. After she finished her drink she turned to look at me.

Standing there at the sink, bathed in the sunlight coming through the tattered curtains, she was lovier than ever. I could see the moisture still glistening on her chin and the insides of her thighs. "I'm doing this because I have to. Don't get the idea that I want this."

"I really don't care. You're been getting your way all your life. Now it's your turn to do what someone else wants, " I replied, and she turned angrily away. "Besides, you didn't `have to' come like a damned flood. Maybe you don't like me, but you like this," I said, lifting my half-hard cock into my palm.

She turned back to face me, and stared at my cock, her lips parting involuntarily and the tip of her tongue just touching her upper lip.