Beg her

"Please...I can't wait a month!" Your voice sounds a little more **** than you intended, but you can't help it. The thought of not feeling a huge, thick, black cock thrusting deep inside of you for a single day is intolerable, let alone a month.

Ms. K doesn't seem to care about your pleading, simply shrugging as if it's none of her concern.

"I'll do anything!" You're panicking now, every time you remember the feeling of being fucked, you want it even more, and Ms. K doesn't seem to intend on helping...

Ms. K smiles wryly, raising an eyebrow. "Did you forget? You'll do that anyway. Go sweep the floor in my kitchen. Don't come back until it's done."

You feel the black markings on your neck pulse, and despite how badly you want to keep begging for some thick black relief, you're **** to walk away, fetching a broom and thoroughly sweeping up all the dirt in Ms. K's kitchen.

Your pussy is soaked and you're so horny, that the moment you feel yourself allowed to do so, you trot right back to Ms. K, beginning to try to convince her again.

"I-I swept it, so please! Fuck me!" Your female voice, **** and aroused, would have given your old self a raging erection all by itself, but Ms. K is unmoved, merely showing a slight expression of amusement.