“In your home?”
“Normally, we would be doing this in my office downstairs,” Mr. I have reservations for lunch, then you can go home before starting your shift tonight.” He got to his feet, and I followed suit. It happens rather regularly. “This is the preliminary draft. what?” was all that I could manage. Turner stepped behind the desk and bent to whisper something to the man sitting behind it, his back to the door as he talked quietly on the phone. “So, how long have you been playing these games at night?”
I blushed, looking sidelong a little sheepishly. “I enjoyed my dessert before lunch.” Ralph almost choked on his drink. “Good. I didn’t pull him out or stop, but I slowed down, pushing steadily against him, easing him deeper into my throat with each stroke. I’m alright with that.”
Ralph’s cheeks turned a few shades darker, coughing and sputtering quietly as the waiter came back to the table carrying our drinks. as Christina… It didn’t lessen the heat of humiliation that was building in me, but I noticed a different warmth starting to build lower down.
