Chapter 288

• “A Coke?” I asked certain I had misunderstood his words.
• “Yes, a Coke. I want you to bring me one,” he said and I just rolled my eyes at his little game, and turned around ready to get him a Coke. “No Becky,” Cole said making me stop and turn to him. “I don't want you to walk, I want to see you on your hands and knees crawling to the fridge.” He said looking at me serious, still holding my thong in a tight fist. I must be pretty fucked up, because the next thing I knew I turned towards the fridge and got on my knees, starting to crawl slowly towards the fridge, we'll aware he could see my butt and how wet my pussy was. When I opened the fridge and took his drink, I turned my head to face him.
• “I can't crawl and hold your Coke at the same time.”