Brought Down to Serve Pt. 02

Sophie's benevolent attitude once again turned to anger.

"Sex? With that?" She once more flicked Olly's pitiful offering with contempt.

"Besides, we'll go no further in the bedroom department until we're married. If you're very good, I might let you go down on me one day. As you don't have a cock, you will have to service me with your tongue. But for now you need to earn my love. And you're a long way off from any of that."

With these crushing words, Sophie reached for her dress and began to change. Olly felt the tears return, he couldn't quite comprehend what Sophie wanted from him. The glorious vision of Sophie in lingerie was gone, she zipped her dress up and reached for Olly's tighty whites. Holding them open for him at his ankles, she commanded him

"Step right in." He whimpered in sadness as he stepped into them, and then howled as Sophie dragged them up to trap his cock in. She surveyed the pitiful scene, Olly quietly sobbed as his unused yet still erect dicklet strained against the tight fabric. Why wouldn't he just do as he was told? She threw her hand into his package with a vengeance:

"STAY DOWN!"

Olly buckled over and gave way to his sobbing. He really thought he was going to have sex! Would Sophie ever allow him to pleasure her? Maybe if he did whatever she said, then just maybe she would allow him to stick it in?

"Stop crying you stupid boy. We're about to tell the girls the good news!"

Before he could comprehend the significance of this, Sophie clasped his arm and dragged him into the bright lights of the living room.

"HI GIRLS! I believe you already know my boyfriend?!"

With that Sophie pushed her dumbstruck man before Steph and Kate, who were sitting on the couch, mouths wide open.

To be continued...