Peters is making me kneel down in front of him…” She did so, and looked up at him, continuing, “…and play with his cock…” She began to slowly pump him up and down with one hand. “…and his balls…” She added her other hand. “…just because…” Pumping him faster. “…he wants me…” Faster. “…to make him…come all over me.”
“Oh god…” His eyes were closed, and he was completely at her mercy. Peter raised an eyebrow. “Invisible? He pulled out the wooden chair and sat down at the desk, facing her. He opened the book that was lying there, and began to read. She waited until she heard him turn another page. Then, little by little, as if dozing and unaware, she allowed her knees to begin drifting apart. Soon her legs were gaping, giving him, she believed, a clear view up her skirt. She wished she’d worn something prettier than the plain yellow cotton panties she had on, knowing how much he liked such things, but at least they went with her outfit.
