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if her body were at war with itself, her hands came back behind her and she at last performed what Ryan thought was almost certainly his favorite gesture in the whole world from a pretty girl, wicked though the thought was: she pulled her little ovals apart, and there was her pink anus, waiting for his training when he chose.
    He stepped away and turned on the overhead light.
    Charity’s cry of shocked surprise was music to his ears. He watched her hands almost let go of her bottom, as she thought—Ryan knew with utter certainty—of how minutely the light would let him examine her there. He simply stood, looking, for a moment, and then he laid the tip of his forefinger very gently right on Charity’s little anus. She gave a tiny cry.
    “Whose is this?” he asked.
    “Yours, sir,” she whispered, and made the tiny cry again as Ryan pressed just a very little to emphasize his point.
    “Now, slut,” he said, “I want those hands underneath, spreading your pussy for me. Show me that my cock will feel good there.”
    Her hands moved much, much quicker this time. They came around and under, and made her moan as she touched herself, spreading, opening.
    “What should I do with you, slut?” he murmured.
    “Fuck me, sir. Please, please fuck me.” Charity’s voice sounded like she was floating a million miles away, on some cloud of submission.
    “I think that’s a very good suggestion, Charity,” Ryan said, stepping forward with his cock in his hand. At the touch of its head to the lovely place she had opened for him, he gave a grunt of pleasure himself, for he could not believe how right it felt. Charity moaned as he teased her a little, running the head up and down between her wet lips until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he pushed in, slowly and gently, but very, very deep, so that Charity understood that her protector was a very well-endowed man.
    “Oh, no… oh, no…”
    “Have you ever had a cock this big inside you, Charity?” he asked softly.
    “N-no, sir. Oh, my God.” He had come up against her bottom at last, as she sobbed softly in passionate discomfort at the way he stretched her.
    “Do you like it?”
    “Y-yes… I mean…”
    Ryan held her hips and began to thrust, making her gasp with every thrust. “Play with yourself,” he commanded. “I want to see how naughty you can be.”
    Charity did, and every time he pulled out until only the head of his cock stayed in her sweet cunt, he could see her fingers at their frantic work.
    Five long years, of course, had left him very ready to come, but he wanted to include one more thing in her first lesson in submission. On the very verge of orgasm, promising himself that he would come inside her pussy many a time from now on, he pulled out, just as Charity was bringing herself off and shuddering into her own climax.
    “Naughty,” he said. “Naughty girls must suck their protectors’ cocks. Come here and taste yourself.”
    Charity turned to look at him, a wild look in her eyes. He gazed back at her with a little smile on his lips, holding his cock in his right hand, brandishing it and displaying it to the girl who would now serve it when Ryan chose. Quickly she scrambled, on hands and knees, to the edge of the bed, panting.
    “This is my cock, slut,” Ryan said. “Do you like it?”
    “Yes, sir,” Charity said, and bent her head to kiss it and to take the head inside her lips, a little inexpertly.
    Ryan gave a groan of pleasure, and then he stepped back a little. “Stay right there,” he said, starting to jerk off.
    “Why?” Charity said with sudden alarm.
    “I’m going to come on your face, slut.”
    “Oh… I… I… don’t know…” She had a look of panic in her eyes at the thought of something so very shameful happening without warning that way.
    “Color?” he asked softly and quickly, still pumping his cock, very close to coming.
    Charity’s eyes widened. “Oh…” Then a smile broke out on her face. “Green,