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back to the events that took place right in that same room the night before. She blushed at how aroused Anthony made her, and what a slut she acted like for him. Her nipples stood erect as she played everything back in her mind and her clit throbbed in remembering. She wasn't sure where this was all going to lead, but she knew she wanted more than just a taste. Eva found herself stroking her clit as she sat on the edge of the bed before she realized she had better get moving if she were going to make it to the office in time. Eva slipped on her robe and headed to the kitchen to find a single red rose bud next to a plate with cuts of fresh melon and strawberries. Anthony had already left the house, leaving behind his usual endearing note to wish Eva a good day. If Eva hadn't known better, she would have thought it was all a blissful dream. The small welts that still burned on her sensitive posterior told her differently. In the days following their sojourn, the dynamic between Anthony hentai comics and her had remained pretty much the same as it had been before their first exchange. Anthony returned to working his night shift the following evening, leaving Eva to wonder if that night was a passing whim on Anthony's part. Eva returned to old habits and sank back into Cecilia's book, and found herself once again burning with inspiration. Eva still wrote in her diary; however this time, Eva hoped Anthony was going to read it. Eva continued this for many nights and went to great lengths to find not-so-subtle hiding places for her diary, that she knew Anthony would stumble across. After a few weeks of this with no response from Anthony, Eva was beginning to lose sight that her Master would make his return. Anthony, on the other hand, knew precisely what he wanted with Eva. Her diary had become fodder for his thoughts, but he wanted to remain in the driver seat. He loved every minute of watching Eva sweat it out. Eva, meanwhile, watched Anthony like a hawk every moment they were toget hentai comics
her, and while she thought he was oblivious, Anthony read her signals clearly. He knew Eva was suspect to his voyeuristic reading that first night, so he made sure that however Eva left her diary was exactly as she would find it. Anthony would wait until Eva was fast asleep before he would peek at her most secret thoughts, masking his throbbing hard on with pillows when he returned to bed. Eva, a very deep sleeper, was never the wiser. Meanwhile, Eva grew impatient as she had finished the novel Cecilia gave her and was left with only her memory of Anthony's first dominance, and her own written thoughts to fuel her fantasies. Eva's times of self pleasure were becoming bitter-sweet. Almost a month went by before Eva and Anthony finally had an evening off together. Eva had planned for days; purchasing sultry lingerie, stockings and a new dress for the occasion. Eva had hoped that Anthony would take her out, but would have been just as satisfied staying in with take-out, so long as they w |