The first text said “It’s hot in your apartment, isn’t it? You should get naked.” Roger was such a dork, he always texted Jane silly crap like that. Thing was, it really was pretty hot in her apartment…
The second text said “You should probably take a picture of your tits and send it to me.” Jane laughed. What a perv! She glanced down at her naked chest, considering. It’d be funny, wouldn’t it? Freak him out a little? She grinned, thinking about it…
The third text said “Looking good, baby. Bet that really turned you on. You should play with yourself now.” Jane bit her lip. She was torn. Roger wasn’t wrong – as soon as she read the text, she realized that sending him that photo really did get her wet. But something was odd here. Her hand sank down towards her lap, but she felt confused, conflicted…
The fourth text said “Don’t worry, doll. You can trust me.” Jane shivered, relieved, her traitorous fingers pumping away blissfully. She knew Roger was right – she could trust him implicitly. He’d never do anything that was bad for her. Fuck, she was horny.
The fifth text said “You’re such a gullible little dummy. You believe everything you’re told, don’t you?” Jane had to giggle at that. It was true! She had such a hard time knowing when somebody was teasing her or lying or whatever. She pinched her nipple, sighing with pleasure. Roger knew her so well.
The sixth text said “I bet you’re glad you dumped that lame boyfriend of yours so you could be my little fucktoy, huh?” Jane blinked, confused. She didn’t remember that! She didn’t remember dumping Bill, her lame boyfriend. Or… no, just her boyfriend. He wasn’t lame, was he? Maybe he was. Maybe that’s why she dumped him. She did dump him, right? If Roger was saying it, it must be true…
The seventh text said “I’m coming over now. Be a good girl and be ready to suck me dry.” Jane was all but quaking with excitement. This was why she’d dumped Bill, after all – so she could be Roger’s fucktoy. She couldn’t wait to see him. Her hand still working away, stroking her clit, she could barely see straight.
The eighth text said “Oh, and go ahead and come now.” She gasped, orgasm ripping through her body so hard that she dropped the phone. But that was okay – she knew what she had to do now.
im a good girl good gilrs obey i obey i need to obey
Ah, Summer….