to his voice. "Please. May I please come visit? I promise I won’t be any trouble." I really wouldn’t be. I just needed him to fuck me, to make the ache go away. I would be good. There was a long silence. I began to think he may really say no. "Be here at six, Little One." And he hung up. Little One. The one gift he gave me verbally. A pet name, an endearment. I spent most of the afternoon getting ready. I bathed and shaved my pussy closely. I lotioned my whole body in