“That's really hot.”

Danni looks deep into my eyes in silence. I sit quietly and wait until she speaks.

Finally, Danni begins to smile—lustfully, to my great surprise. I don’t know what her internal argument was, but the side of her that’s emerging is one I haven’t seen before. In a low, passionate voice, she says, “Andrew, that’s really hot—but I think you owe me an apology.”

“What?” I ask, my brain feeling whipsawed.

Danni lies back on the bed and pulls up her skirt—leaving her naked to my gaze. I can see her puffy outer lips and a neatly-trimmed brown bush, which is already glistening with pussy dew. She spreads her lips with her fingers, opening her flower, which is a beautiful dusky rose with a faint purple tint. I can see her clit emerging from its hood; from the looks of it, it will be quite large when erect. She teases it with a finger and moans, “You haven’t eaten me yet. I feel deprived. You need to fix that.”

I shake myself out of my trance and say, “OK, on one condition.”

“What?” Danni asks breathily as she continues to play with herself.

“I won’t eat you for money,” I say firmly. “I’ll only do it for free.” Her fingers stop for a moment and she looks uncertain, but I continue. “I don’t want a business relationship with you, I only want a real one. When I’m eating a client’s pussy, I have to be good with it when she wants nothing more from me and gives me nothing back but money. I can’t do that with you. I don’t want your money, I want you. It’s too much for me to ask you to give me your heart—I know that doesn’t happen all at once—but I want you to give me a chance. I want you to let me eat your pussy for me as well as for you.”

“What do you mean?” Danni asks, her voice thick with lust.

“Well, if I eat your pussy, the only thing that matters is to please you, and I admit that’s also true with a client,” I say. “The difference is the reason. For a client, it’s because she paid me to provide a service. Some of them have gotten to be friends of a sort, so there’s a certain amount of affection involved, but the root of it is, it’s my job to give them what they paid for. I’m doing it only for them, whatever pleasure I may get from the act myself, and—more importantly—they are only letting me do it for their own sake. They might give me more of themselves, if they want more from me, but the only thing they’re committing to me is money. None of them have offered any more of a commitment than that. I want more from you. I want to eat your pussy because you’re giving yourself to me, at least a little.”

“Anything, baby,” Danni moans. “Just do it now.”