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He released the pressure and let his cock slip back so that only the head remained in her mouth, A fourth much smaller jet of cum sprayed the roof of her mouth. Again she swallowed, allowing her tongue to taste him; a viscous salty taste, even sweet, not unpleasant, just different. Mike looked down at her, his wet cock barely inside her mouth, traces of his cum seeping around onto her lips. For an inexperienced girl she had taken all he had and swallowed, perhaps she did not need so much training after all? He pulled his weakening cock from her mouth, letting it rest against his thigh. Anne looked up at him "I am sorry Mike, I have not had much practice I….." his hand went to her lips, silencing her. "You did well Anne, you suck cock well." He wanted to reassure but not sound too convincing. It was important to leave an element of doubt in this girls mind. He knew she would try harder next time. And the next! "Now Anne, I want you to please me more." She looked at him, The authority was still in his voice. What must she do to please this man more? She had taken his seed. She had done what was asked. "Please stand and go to the window." She knew better than to question, but the request seemed strange to her. She went to the large picture window and looked out over the night sky of downtown Stockholm. Although modern buildings, the scene looked strangely beautiful, the cold air made the lights in the street, six floors, below sparkle. "Undress Anne. I would like to see your body." His request snapped her back to the reality of the room. Now she was worried, he would see her unattractive body for what it was worth; he would not like her slim form, she knew it. She hesitated. "Now Anne." She had no desire to disobey; she started to move back into the room, away from the window. "No Anne. By the window." Anne was close to tears, not only must she show Mike her poor little body, but he wanted her to show it to the whole world. With a nervous hand she moved her fingers to the buttons of her shirt. She fumbled with them but eventually the front fell open, offering Mike his first view of her. A wave of his hand showed that he was getting impatient and she quickly took the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers fumbled at the stud on her jeans before gripping the zip and loosing them enough for her to slide them over her slim hips. She stepped out of them.