words vs. deeds

Gia hurries back and pointedly avoids looking at you, as she busily bundles up the old sheets and makes your bed with nice fresh clean ones. She's about to make a clean getaway -- but that's when you almost shut the door (all the way might be suspicious) and stand before her naked with a fresh erection. She looks up at you, and you point to the bathroom, in particular the shower stall.

"Oh, oh no, I couldn't possibly. I mean, Mr. Hart, really. Enough is enough. You can't just use me like some sex toy. Honestly! That's just not right. It's not right!"

This might have been an effective refusal -- but for the fact that in the course of saying she, she frantically stripped naked. With "I couldn't possibly" she undid her blouse, and with "Enough is enough" she yanked her skirt down her legs, and with "Honestly!" she flung her bra away, and with "It's not right!" she flung her panties away. Gunnar pointed again at the shower stall, and even as she protested "Please, Mr. Hart, have mercy!" she trotted right in. Clearly, there was some disconnect between her stubborn individuality and the rest of her mind and body.

In the stall, Gunnar had her lavish a glorious combination of titfuck and cocksuck, then finished himself off by once more hoisting her like some mere rag doll in his powerful arms and fucking her innermost depths. Once more he marveled and wondered at how miraculously her breasts grew in his presence. He enjoyed feeling her squeal and squirm again and again and again as he **** relentlessly crashing orgasms out of her, and when at last he pulsed into her there was a sweet faraway look in her eyes.

"Oh, Nurse Gia."

"Yes, Mr. Hart."

"Clean yourself up and get dressed now."

"Anything you say, Mr. Hart."

There was now a weak, breathy, sulrty quality to her voice. When at last she was ready he told her "You had better go back about your business, Nurse Gia."

"Anything you say, Mr. Hart," she said dreamily, and wandered back out as if in some deep hypnotic trance.