Every night she’d lie there, waiting for the phone to ring, her fingers bringing her to the edge, just in case. At any point he might say ‘cum for me’ and she’d have just ten seconds to take herself over the edge. But mostly he just said ‘tell me about your day,’ and she try to keep her voice steady, as she rubbed, fucked, ached and told him.
‘Good girl, you’re done now,’ was how he usually finished things up, after he’d given her tomorrow’s instructions, what to wear, how many edges, any special tasks.
It was still two weeks until he would be back home, from past experience she thought it unlikely he’d let her cum till then. How she hated, and loved his business trips.
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