by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 94
I crossed my arms and lifted my sleeveless top and dropped it to the floor. The cool air flowing off the vent made me shiver. Farrelli took the needle out of his mouth and watched. I reached behind and unclasped my lacy snow white brassiere, slipped off the shoulder straps and let the cups dangle. “How do I look?” I knew how I looked, but I needed to hear myself pretend. He waited then spoke the appropriate words.
My head was reeling from slut-rushing. I leaned back and shut my eyes knowing that Farrelli was feasting on my body, knowing that he wouldn’t do a thing unless I let him, and when I would, I’d let him he’d do what he wanted with me, but I had to establish my control first as I had done the first day I had walked into his shop.
I slipped my hand into my panty and started to rub my clit. I shut my eyes and remembered when I was thirteen. The house butler came to get me. When he opened my unlocked door he found my on me naked in bed in the middle of my masturbation. I was embarrassed and from then on kept the door locked, but deep down I had wanted it open and now I had done just that.
My hand was deep into my panty rubbing. My mouth was agape, and I my mind sunk into my body as if it were some deep writhing pit. My bra slipped off my shoulder onto the floor. My nipples were taut and long and stood hard out. I was feeling good. Very good. But I wasn’t ready to come. I slipped my hand out of my panty. “Farrelli?” “Yes, madam?” “Spank me.”