You came through the patio door. I had taken the trouble to leave it unlocked. I was waiting at the other end of the corridor, one hand resting on the wall.
Despite the gigantism of the sweater I was wearing, it was just long enough to cover my buttocks but still showed the garter belts on my thighs.
I asked you to come closer to me and get on your knees, which you did. My left hand slowly stroked your hair back. Slowly, with my right hand, I inserted my index and middle fingers into your mouth.
“Tonight you are mine and I will do whatever I want. You are my object."
-Candor