Can you try to keep still please?
Just what? I'm trying to relax and get this reading done for work.
“I know but your fingers...”
“They're edging me really, really close!”
Yes, that relaxes me. I think you knew about that.
You want me to be relaxed, right?
“It’s just my cunt is so close and needy and aching.”
So my cunt is very close and very needy and very, very aching, is that right?
But, is it any of your business of yours what I do with my cunt?
I have lots of stress from my work, and I have a bunch of things I need to read through tonight. If it relaxes me to edge my leaking little cunt while I do it, is that your business?
No. And shouldn’t good girls mind their own business?
That’s better. Besides, even if it were your cunt, I would have thought you would want to let me edge it, and help relieve my stress. Is that not true?
“Yes, Sir. It is, it’s just… I’m so close. And you never, never let me go over.”
That’s true, but that’s how I like to keep my cunt. I don’t like it having orgasms, and it’s my cunt, not yours, so that’s just how it is.
I’m getting there. It’s true, we keep Sir’s cunt right down there between your legs and you get to feel those really big strong edges. But that just means I really really need your help, so when I edge it so so close, we work together to make sure we keep it from cumming. I can count on you, right, little helper?
“Yes, Sir. It’s just so hard…”
I know. But you’re a good girl, and I know you’re strong enough to do what Sir says. I wouldn’t make you do it if I didn’t think so.
“Okay. Okay, thank you, Sir.”
You’re welcome, little cunt. Now I want you to be a good girl and a good little helper. Just stand nice and still and mind your own business about what Sir does with his property.