Take Mandy home now.

Now that she had admitted what she wanted, I decided it was time to give it to her. I took hold of her hand. "Alright, let's go then," I said with a smile. Mandy shivered from the contact and squeezed my hand.

Leading her to my car, I opened the door for her. She mumbled thanks (which surprised me. She must have been out of it) as she sat down. Starting the car up, I began driving home. She wriggled around in the seat. "Can't you go any faster?" she hissed. I loved that she still tried to be tough. I hadn't wanted a "yes master" type. The fact that she had a will of her own but was just so aroused by doing what I said was really hot.

Smirking, I looked over to her. "Well, you could always finger your pussy while I drive," I told her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Despite that, she began to squirm more. Hmm...I hope she didn't leave a stain on the seat...

Arriving at my house, I went up to the door, Mandy practically sprinting after me. I opened the door and let her inside. As soon as the door was shut, Mandy tried to kiss me. As much as I wanted to respond in kind, I pushed her back. "Ah, ah, ah," I chastized. "Did I say you could kiss me?"

Her eyes glazed slightly and Mandy shivered. "Oh I fucking hate you," she groaned.

"You hate me?"

Her eyes were locked on me as she rubbed against the wall, practically writhing while standing up. Mandy nodded her head. "Uh huh," she whimpered. "I...I hate you so much."

"Why?" I questioned.

"B...because...because you keep ordering me around," Mandy groaned, no longer able to resist touching her breasts. She began to squeeze and knead them. "N...no body orders me around...but...oh god, but whenever you do, I get so fucking WET! John...John, tell me to do something! Oh god, anything! Suck your cock, striptease, anything you want! Just say it!"

The dam had broken, it seemed. Her right hand was under her skirt now, fingering herself vigorously. Hmm...now what?