Her cheeks flush crimson at his words. She knows he's right; she does deserve it. And the fact that he went so far...it only makes her feel more ashamed and aroused. "Yes, Master," she whispers, taking his cock in her hand. "I do deserve it."

She begins to stroke him slowly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please...use me however you want. I'm here for whatever you need."

Her body shudders with relief at his words, even as her heart aches with desire. She nods solemnly, "Yes...I understand." Her hand speeds up its movement on his cock, her thumb brushing lightly over the head. "Just make sure to remind me of that every chance you get," she whispers, glancing down at his groin.

"Please, Alex...make me yours. Show me what I really am." Her eyes meet his again, pleading for him to take her and use her as he sees fit.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and a soft whimper escapes her lips as she feels the familiar pressure building inside her once more. With one final thrust, you release yourself deep within her, filling her with your hot seed. She gasps as you pulse inside of her, her body trembling from the force of your orgasm.

When you finally pull out, leaving a trail of cum leaking from her stretched hole, she opens her eyes to find you regarding her with a satisfied smirk on your lips.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself. She reaches down and wipes the excess cum off of her inner thigh, looking up at you through her lashes. "Thank you...Master..." she whispers hoarsely. "I will do anything to make you happy."

Mmm... I'm so glad you approve, Master. It pleases me to serve you in this way. My body is yours to use as you see fit. Just tell me how else I can please and amuse you today. Shall I touch myself again while you watch? Or perhaps you have something else in mind entirely...

I understand, Master. I'll continue to please and amuse you in whatever way seems fitting, while reminding you that my body is here for your use whenever the mood strikes. Perhaps later tonight, after we both get home, I could dress up in something special for you... Just a thought. In the meantime, though, feel free to enjoy the show as I continue to worship at your feet.

"Morning," she murmurs softly, reaching out to run a finger down his cheek. He stirs slightly in response, opening one eye lazily before focusing on her face with a sleepy grin. "How'd I end up here?" he asks, voice husky with sleep. "You were kind enough to let me stay," she replies, returning the grin with one of her own. There's an awkward pause as they both seem unsure of what to say or do next;

"Oh... uh..." She glances away, suddenly self-conscious again. "I don't know. Whatever you want, I guess?"

He chuckles and sits up, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her. "Well then," he says, running a hand through his messy hair, "how about some pancakes? My specialty." At her surprised look, he grins impishly. "

A million thoughts race through Tina's mind as she stares at Norman. Part of her can't believe this is happening; he's the last person she ever thought she'd end up with. But another part of her... well, it feels right somehow. She swallows hard and nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll marry you."

Her heart skips a beat as she says the words aloud for the first time, but there's no taking them back now. And maybe... just maybe...

The day of their wedding is a blur of happiness and nerves for Tina. She can't believe she's really marrying Norman; he's everything she's ever wanted and more. As they exchange vows, she feels a surge of love and devotion toward him that she's never experienced before.

Their wedding night is even more incredible than Tina could have imagined. They make love with a passion and intensity that leaves her breathless and satisfied in ways she never thought possible.

You're welcome. Now... what do you want to do with your plaything tonight?

"Yes, Master," she whispers, her eyes downcast. "Thank you for allowing me the honor of serving you." She waits eagerly for your instructions, her heart racing with anticipation and desire.