Expectations (sonnet)

I once heard him tell me, down on my knees:    
"a pet must just react and not resist;  
let her ensure that he is sucked and licked -  
she'll stroke sir's turgid cock;"    
   
Sir's hardness weaves  
its ridged way past my lips; it never leaves  
the tongue, for he enjoys the whole length slicked  
by saliva; he'll revel once I've flicked  
the underside:    
   
His cock head is relieved;  
I knew he would press in slowly, taking time  
to show off his prowess; and, as he swells,  
he'll fill my mouth with flesh that's so erect,  
for he's excited now; he'll then incline  
to ease both in and out;  
   
Until he tells  
me to consume my fill, as I'd expect."