He knew. He could smell it on me. I was so horny, so willing, barely containing my excitement as we walked along the grass, holding hands. His thumb running across my knuckles. I would have fallen to my knees right there if he would have allowed me to. But he kept tantalizing me. Letting me get close, to kiss his neck and then pushing me away.
I could feel my face on fire. All I could think about were his fingers and his cock. And his thumb, circling on my hand, driving me crazy. I would have begged him to put his hands between my legs, but I am not allowed to ask for things. It is forbidden. I must learn patience and how not to go out of my mind while waiting for him to decide what my next torment shall be.
He pulls me to a secluded area. I can hear the trees rustling in the passing wind. I can hear some crickets and birds. But I see only him. My hungry eyes will not stop taking in his body. In the shade of the afternoon he tells me. "You will get down on your knees and be prepared to swallow every last drop." "Yes, Sir."