I smile and wink while saying, “I do not doubt how eager your beaver will be young lady,” and turn to the left to carry you toward our bedroom.
As we cross the threshold of our bedroom and approach our bed, I lower and loosen my grip on your thighs and lower your feet to the ground so that you can stand. We are lost staring into each other’s eye for what is only a few seconds but feels like an eternity.
“Thank you sir. After the cums you just gave me, I don’t know if my legs would have been able to carry me in here.”
I raise my eyebrow and drop my right hand to your ass and playfully smack your left cheek, “Well then. If I had known that, I would have just made you crawl in here.” Your eyes close and your mouth opens in response to the smack and a whimper escapes.
I can tell by the look on your face that you are imagining what could have been in your mind’s eye.
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I’m standing in the bedroom, and you are slowly and sensuously crawling towards me swaying your voluptuous heart-shaped ass at me. Arriving at my feet, you sit back on your heels as you watch me slowly release the buckle on my belt. You’re captivated by the throbbing of my erection in my pants as I unbutton them and slide down the zipper.
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You’re shocked back to reality when I smack your right cheek and kiss your open mouth. I straighten up and back away from the kiss, “And where did you drift off to young lady?”
Your cheeky smile returns, “Oh, nowhere. I was thinking about the status update reports on the laboratory’s data analysis that I have to complete on Monday at work.”
I move my left hand down to your right cheek and grab your left cheek with my right and in one quick motion lift you off your feet as I reengage in our kiss. Your legs instinctively wrap around my thighs with your heels tucking in behind my knees and both of your arms come up and wrap around my neck and shoulders. I back out of the kiss yet again.
“You are so incorrigible at times.”
“And yet you still love me?”
“That I do.” and lean in for yet another embrace, this one filled with passion. Our mouths part as my tongue goes in search of yours. In your typical playful manner, your tongue is actively trying to avoid contact with mine. I pull your ass hard into me forcing your sopping pussy into my erection, and it has its desired effect.
A moan escapes your lips as we continue to kiss, and you stop your playful game of keep away at the feeling of the increased pressure against your needy pussy. Our tongues dance as they massage each other. I feel your heels dig into the back of my knees for leverage as you begin to delicately gyrate your hips against my crotch. Your actions are not only working to satiate your pleasure but are also appreciated by my erection as it begins to throb again.
I move my right hand to the center of your ass and again press hard with my middle finger into your crack. I press the pad of my finger against your asshole and tap a few times. Your breath hitches in your throat and pull away from our kiss with your mouth wide open. I stick out my tongue as far as I can and flick the tip against the tip of yours. Your tongue is now in search of mine, but this time mine is backing away occasionally giving the tip of your tongue quick flicks or a gentle caress before moving away again.
The gyrating in your hips has now increased with tempo and pressure against my erection. My right hand moves lower, and the pad of my middle finger taps on your soaking-wet panties at the entrance of your pussy. Your mewing into my mouth increases and your breaths become shallow. My left hand slowly leaves your right ass cheek moving up. My right hand moves just a tad more until my hand is cupping your pussy as you’re grinding your clit hard against my throbbing erection.
The manipulation and grinding of your hips are having their desired effect, and my left hand moves quickly up your back and grabs ahold of your ponytail at its origin point in the back of your head, and pulls your head back hard. All at once a deep-seated gasp of arousal, mixed with a hint of pain, erupts from your mouth as it opens wide along with your eyes. Simultaneously your hips stop gyrating, and you’re now staring up at the ceiling.
“You’re a little minx trying to get me worked up so as to not carry out the rest of my plans.”
Gasping in between breaths you muster to say, “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.”
“The way my hand is feeling your pussy contracting right now, and how it’s trying to pull anything into it through your panties begs to differ.”
Through your ragged breath, you say, “Oh god sir. I didn’t mean to, honestly.”
“You already said that young lady. Now release your grip on my legs and drop your feet to the floor.”
Your heels leave their place at the back of my knees, and you straighten your legs, “As you wish sir.”
“Now, that’s a good girl.” I loosen the tension on your hair and allow your chin to drop so that your glazed-over eyes look into mine. “Now release my neck and cross your hands behind your back.”
“Yes sir.” You drop your arms and move them around your back cross your wrists and curl your palms up as your gaze never leaves mine. My right hand releases its clamp on your pussy, but not without one more quick smack, as my left hand also lets go of your ponytail. I take three steps back to admire you. At this very moment, you look like the epitome of a subservient brat.
You are a statuesque figure of classic beauty with soft delicate facial features and pouty lips, but with just enough mischief in your eyes and high cheekbones to suggest possible trouble. The way the softness of your jawline meets your sweeping neckline down to the ample curves of your pert breasts, with just enough sag to let anyone know that they are what God gave you and nothing else, and dark areoles and topped off with your erect and engorged nipples. The way your hips flare down to your shapely, but deceptively muscular thighs and calves, and finishing off at such dainty feet.
“My dear, if you had been born five hundred years ago, Michaelangelo’s most famous sculpture would not have been Michael. It would have been you.”
Your expression changes and softens as your eyes well up with tears. Your chin falls to your chest and your shoulders drop slightly, but your arms stay behind your back. “You never fail to surprise me with the nice things that you say. Why do you insist on saying things that are not true?”
I quickly step forward and cradle your chin between my right index finger and thumb tilting it up towards me. “I would never say a word that wasn’t true, especially about you.” and lean in to kiss your lips. I reach behind your back with my left hand, grab your right wrist, and bring it up towards my face. I break our kiss and turn to kiss the palm of your hand. I move your hand until it is cupping the length of my erection as it strains against my pants.
“If you think those words were a lie, then explain this young lady.” Your hand cups and grasps my erection and it throbs as your fingers close around it and begin to gently stroke it and you smile at me. The brief sadness in your eyes is gone, and the carnal desire has returned.
Your cheeky smirk returns, “Well, anyone who is pussy drunk reacts this way.” As your perfectly manicured nails drag along my length and lovingly stroke my now throbbing erection.
“Pussy drunk!? Pussy drunk you say? But I haven’t even had any yet.”
“I hope that you’ll rectify that soon.”
I lean forward and engage you in another passionate kiss as you wrap your fingers tightly around my manhood and try to jack me off through my pants. My right hand leaves your face and makes its way down to a soft spank on your pussy. The sound it makes when it lands against your sodden pussy is that of a child jumping in puddles after a long cleansing rain. A guttural moan escapes your throat into my mouth as my tongue has returned to teasing and flicking yours. “Please sir….”
I break our kiss and look at the carnal lust in your eyes and in your facial features, “Please what?”
“Please may I have the privilege of pleasing your cock sir?” as your grip on my erection tightens even more. “I want to feel everything that you have inside of me.”
“Everything you say?”
“Yes sir. I want to feel everything that you have to give me.”
“As you wish young lady. I’ll give you all fourteen inches that I have.”
The carnal lust on your face is quickly replaced with a look of utter confusion. You release your death grip on my erection but still hold it in your hand, “I don’t know where you learned to measure but this definitely isn’t fourteen inches.”
I chuckle and move my left hand to your ass and cup it, with my middle finger pressing against your asshole. My right hand grabs your pussy with force enough to lift you onto your tip toes. “You asked for everything I had to give you. So, you’ll get the three inches from the fingers on each of my hands.” I thrust my erection into your hand, “You’ll get all six inches of my throbbing cock.” I turn my head slightly and lick my tongue across your pursed lips, “And the two inches of my tongue. Give or take an inch.”
A cackling laugh erupts from deep within you as your right hand rotates and moves down to cup my scrotum, “Don’t forget about the few inches from these beautiful balls.”
“Oh, I don’t give those to you young lady. I allow you the joys of sucking those into your mouth of your own accord.” And begin alternating taps with each of my middle fingers over your asshole and the entrance of your pussy as I lean in for another kiss.
Your mewing into my mouth returns and your hand furiously moves up and down the length of my erection. I release the pulling pressure on your pussy and ass and yet you still stay up on your tip toes in our embrace. The throbbing of my manhood at your touch is intoxicating and I know I must regain control of the situation, yet again. My left hand lands a vicious spank in the center of your ass at the same time and my right delivers a forceful spank to your pussy.
In shock, your feet fall flat to the floor. A yelp filled with lust, pain, and surprise fills our bedroom as your eyes shoot wide not focusing on a thing. They’re lost in a place of nirvana. My left hand leaves your ass and grabs your right wrist, pulling your hand off my manhood. I move it back around to the small of your back and cross it over your left wrist which is still there. “I think it’s time we return to the journey at hand and not get sidetracked. Don’t you?”
Your eyes focus on mine, “But you like tangential adventures.”
“Normally I do. But tonight, you still must atone for all of the teasing you’ve done.” I spank your pussy again with my right hand, hearing the soppy sound as a moan that escapes your lips. I bring my right hand up and inspect it and it is glistening with your arousal, and I bring it to my nose and sniff. “Mmmm, you smell delightful my dear.” My tongue slowly extends and licks the length of my index finger. The faintest of gasps escapes you. “And you taste even better than you smell. So delightfully tangy. Would you like a taste too?”
“Oh yes. Please, sir.” You stick out your tongue as I offer my fingers to you, palm up. You look me in the eyes as you begin to clean my fingers off with your tongue, mewing the entire time. You leave my middle finger for last and clean it by taking its entire length into your mouth and sealing your lips around the base of my knuckles. Your tongue is swirling around it as you slowly pull back until it pops out of your mouth.
“I know that your pussy juice is an aphrodisiac to you, but it is also one for me. I think that it is time for me to sample it directly from its source.”
“That would make me very happy sir.”
“I know it will.” My left hand, still holding both of your wrists, pulls your hands away from the small of your back and guides you to take a few steps backwards until you feel your legs contact our bed. “Now, you be my Good Girl, and stay until otherwise instructed.”
You beam with pride as you hear the connotation in it this time as a name, and not just a description of how you’re acting. “Yes sir. I promise to be your Good Girl.”
I release your wrists and take four steps back. Yet again I am captivated by your beauty. I unbutton each of the cuffs of my sleeves and pull at the bottom of my shirt untucking it from my pants. I start unbuttoning my shirt from the top until my shirt is completely open. I reach down and unbuckle my belt, pull it out of its loops, and break my gaze to look at it. “I think I might keep this in arms reach, just in case.”
A look of lust and anticipation crosses your face, and your breath catches in your chest. I toss the belt onto the bed over your left shoulder. I grab and loose the button on my slacks, as I grab for the zipper to pull it down, I finally become aware of how soaked the crotch of them are. I drag my right index finger along the wetness and bring it up for a sniff.
“You young lady have soiled yet another pair of my good slacks. I’m going to have to drop these off at Diamond to have them dry-cleaned.” You begin to giggle. You’re trying so hard to hold your posture, but you cannot contain yourself as you look like you’re stuck in a curtsy gif. “And what is so funny young lady?”
“I forgot to tell you what Mrs. Chen said the last time I picked up your dry cleaning.”
“And what was that?”
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You recount the conversation to me, ‘Miss Marshall, Miss Marshall. I think that your husband may be having a torrid affair.’
“Why would you say that Mrs. Chen?”
‘Your husband drops a pair of slacks off at least once a week that are soaked with the excretions of some hussy’s privates.’
“And how do you know that Mrs. Chen?”
‘Well, I dapped my fingers on them after the first few times that he dropped them off to get an idea of what was on them so that I would know how best to treat and clean them. I smelled my finger. Then I licked it, and I knew immediately what had stained them. It was the excretion of a female’s privates.’
“Well Mrs. Chen, I want to thank you for the information and your suspicions. But I’d like to know, how did you know what it was from the smell and taste?”
Mrs. Chen turned as bright red as the light over her head indicating the stopped conveyor system in the shop. She realized that she had just admitted something that she had never intended to let anyone know. ‘Well, uh, um…’
“Don’t worry Mrs. Chen I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell anyone.”
She looked at me a bit puzzled, ‘I won’t tell anyone what?’
I leaned over the counter, “Those pussy juices you smelled and tasted weren’t from just any garden variety hussy. They were my pussy juices.”
The look of shock on Mrs. Chen’s face at the realization of what I had just told her set in as I turned and sashayed my way out of her door. I got in my car and looked back through the front glass, Mrs. Chen’s face was now a rosier shade of pink, and she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at me in a cute flirty wave. I smiled back and blew her a kiss as I pulled away from her shop.
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Your cheeky grin has returned as you finish recounting your quick conversation with Mrs. Chen. “Well young lady, I think that your debt just increased.”
A pouty frown crosses your face, “But why sir?”
“For teasing Mrs. Chen of course, and for not telling me sooner about this interaction.”
“You’re right sir. I should have told you that day when I got home but got distracted with other things.”
“Was this the day I came home, and you were playing with yourself in our office?”
Your gaze looks down at the floor, “Yes sir it was that very afternoon.” You hear the zipper on my slacks being pulled down and raise your gaze to my crotch as I let them fall to the floor. I step my right foot out of them and kick them off to the side with my left. I see your eyes focused on my erection. I clench my pelvic floor muscles purposefully causing my erection to throb in my boxer briefs. As I do, you subconsciously trail your tongue across your lips wetting them in anticipation of what might come to be.
“Is this what you want young lady?”
“Very much so sir.”
“Well, you don’t get this treat yet. For I have yet to indulge in my treat.” I turn to my left and walk into our bathroom to grab an Egyptian-size towel out of the linen closet and return to see that your gaze is honed onto me with a big smile on your face
I open up the towel and lay it on the bed behind you, “Because you’re so messy, and I don’t feel like changing the sheets later or sleeping in a wet spot.”
In your typical sarcastic tone, “Why are you trying to blame it on me? It’s almost always your fault though.”
“I’m not trying to lay blame anywhere. I just highly doubt that either one of us is going to have the energy to do anything by the time we’re finished.” I wrap both of my arms around you tightly and kiss you with a needy passion as our tongues dance and caress in each other’s mouths.
I loosen the hug and trail my hands down each of your arms until I reach your hands and interlock my fingers in yours pulling your arms down until I feel your elbows lock straight. I rotate your palms from facing the ceiling till they’re facing the floor, squat down quickly, and stand up lifting you off the ground by your arms. You open your eyes in shock and squeal into our kiss making little kicks with your feet in search of the floor in panic, but quickly realize that I’ve got you. Your face is now above mine massaging each other’s tongues never breaking the kiss. I lower you down, and you sigh as your feet are back on the ground.
You break our kiss, “That is a new one. Where did you see that?”
“Honestly nowhere. I was just in the heat of the moment and figured it’d catch you off guard. Did you like that lift?”
“It absolutely did catch me off guard, and I didn’t just like it, I loved it. I’ll have to remember to keep my elbows locked in that position from now on, just in case.”
tisk tisk tisk ”No you will not young lady. I know your mind. You just want to do that so that your hands will be lower and able to play with your own ass hoping that I wouldn’t notice.”
“No, that was not my intention sir. But now that you mention that.” I feel you extending your fingers graze the red lace that adorns the bottom of your panties below your cheeks. I let go of your hands, grab your wrists, and pull your arms up parallel to the floor, so they are crossing across your lower back.
You whimper, “Grab and hold onto your elbows young lady.”
“As you wish sir.” I feel you grasp each elbow, and I release my hold on your wrists, delicately tracing my fingertips over your forearms to your elbows and lean to my right to kiss your neck right below your earlobe. Your mouth opens as your breath catches in your throat, but no sound emerges. My mouth moves down your neck delivering little butterfly kisses, nibbles of my teeth, and quick sucks across the nape of your neck, collarbone, and to your shoulder. The index and middle fingers from each of my hands extend and tuck themselves under the red lace that adorns the top of your panties. At this contact, you moan in need, “Oh yes. Please sir.”
My mouth makes its way down from your shoulder towards the swelling of your left breast. “Please what?”
“Please use me as you wish. I really promise to be your Good Girl.”
I trace my tongue around the bumps of your areola, careful not to directly touch your nipple. “There was not another thought that crossed my mind young lady. Except for maybe doing this.” I grasp your nipple in between my teeth and pull on it gently and furiously flick my tongue over it.
‘Oh my, yes, yes, YES! If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” I release your nipple and lightly blow on it. “UGH! You are so cruel!”
My right hand spanks your ass hard. “You forgot the directive I gave you once we arrived home.”
You groan angrily at your mistake and look down at my face. “I am sorry sir, I understand.”
I smile up at you, “Very good. Now let’s see if we can return to our regularly scheduled programming.” I give your left nipple one last flick with my tongue as the fingers of my right hand return to hooking into the top hem of your panties. I blow on the valley of your chest in between your breasts as I make my way over to your right nipple. You feel the air across it, and it somehow gets even harder. I encircle your entire areola with my mouth and suck hard while moving my tongue all over your nipple and areola.
“Fuck yes, that is good. Thank you sir.” My fingers begin to slide your panties down over your ass. I lay my palms flat across each of your cheeks as they move down. Once your panties are pulled down to expose your bare ass, my hands grasp each cheek hard and pull you forward into my mouth. “I love the way you touch me.”
I release your nipple from my mouth, “I know you do. And I have only just begun.” I kneel in front of you and blow across the sodden knickers in front of my face, that still cover your pussy. I lean forward and inhale your hearty essence. I lovingly look up at you, “If only they could bottle up this smell. I’d wear it every day.”
Your cheeky smile returns, “Why go buy it at the store when you can freely sample it from the source as often as you want?” I reach the tip of my tongue out and snake it across your slit and up to your clit, feeling your knees start to falter. “Fuck that feels so good.”
“I bet it does. I’d buy it at the store because if I wanted to sample it from the source as often as I wanted to smell or taste it, we’d never leave the house.”
“You say that like it is a bad thing, sir.”
My index and middle fingers have again found their way under the top hem of your knickers and have started to make their way around to the front pulling them down to expose your exquisite pussy. The small triangle of pubic hair pointing towards your clit is glistening with your arousal. “Well, unfortunately we both have these things called jobs that we must go to, that help us pay those pesky things called bills.” Your outer lips are swollen and glistening and have pulled away from your inner folds.
You shudder at the feeling of the cool air against your aching pussy. I add to this by blowing over the entire area as I pull your panties all the way down to your ankles. “I cannot wait to bathe in your pussy juice, but I need you to step out of these panties first.” You lift your left foot and using the back of my right hand, I get you to set it down further to your left. We repeat the process with your right foot. “Please sit.”
Your face has become wrought with arousal and anticipation as you nod and sit on the edge of the bed. The back of my right hand delicately traces up the inside of your left calf, past your knee, and up the inside of your thigh, but stopping short of your pussy and moves under your thigh. My left palm follows the same trail up your right leg but this time it stops before reaching your pussy as well. My thumb extends out and traces along the outer edges of your pussy and I softly blow on it.
Your pussy throbs in anticipation, “Please sir. I’ve been good and will continue to be good for you.” Our eyes meet as I extend my tongue and begin to softly lick the neatly trimmed hairs above your pussy but do not contact your skin beneath them. You inhale sharply in anticipation and with lust in your eyes. “Fuck. How can you be so mean, and yet so loving at the same time?”
“It took time and practice, and many lessons learned.” I wink at you, “And you, my dear, were an excellent instructor.” I grab some of your hairs in my teeth and gently pull on them. You moan and close your eyes as I release your pubic hairs from my teeth.
“Oh, thank you, sir. You know all the right buttons to push and how to keep me on the edge of the precipice.”
“I never knew the joys of foreplay, teasing, and edging before I met you. And now, I think that is why our relationship is so strong. Trust, anticipation, yearning, and love can be woven together in our connection with one another. And as it’s gotten stronger, so has the bliss that we can bring to each other.” Your breath catches in your throat as you open your eyes and meet my gaze. Tears begin to form in them. You were not expecting yet another moment of such truth and love.
“I love you so much right now. I so want to wrap you in a big ole hug right now but I won’t because I am your Good Girl tonight, and I am still at your command.”
“Yes you are my Good Girl, and I love you too.” My left hand moves a bit to the right and the pad of my thumb starts slowly tracing up and down over your sodden pussy. “But what makes me the happiest, is seeing your writhe at my touch. I think you’ve earned the right to play a bit yourself. You may play with your breasts, but don’t pinch your nipples, yet. I’ll tell you when you can do that.”
A needy and breathy set of moans escape your open mouth, “Thank you sir. You are too kind.” You release your grasp on your elbows, bring your hands around, and trace the sides and underside of your ample breasts with just your fingertips and nails. My right hand moves from under your left thigh to wrap around and makes its way around to your tuft of pubic hair. I grasp it with my fingers and pull up slightly. You groan, “Oh fuck!”
Your entire pussy throbs at the continued dragging of my thumb up and down over it. The upwards pulling of your hair has also pulled your hood up and away from your clit. It is now fully exposed as my thumb barely contacts it. Your hands stop moving and grasp, palm and knead your breasts as my thumb contacts your clit. “Fuck yes, that is so good.” My thumb moves down and away from your clit as I return to blowing on your pussy, focusing now on your exposed clit.
I watch as your pussy throbs and your clit bounces with almost every beat of your heart. My thumb presses in between your folds and probes for the entrance. You gasp and close your eyes at the change in stimulation. It finds its mark and I wiggle it at your entrance but without pressing inside your pussy. Your breaths have gotten shallower and more ragged as your pussy throbs in an attempt to suck my thumb into it. I lean in and flick your clit with the tip of my tongue and your breathing stops, your eyes open wide, and your hands stop their kneading. “Oh, did you like that?”
You cannot form words at this point and nod your head up and down. I give your clit another singular flick. “Dear God please.”
“Please what?”
“Please shove your thumb in me and lick my clit.”
“I think I’ll do one of those.” I drag the entire length of my tongue over your engorged and throbbing clit reveling in the feeling of it flexing and throbbing against my tastebuds. “God, your taste is invigorating.”
Pleading in between gasps, “Oh thank you sir. Please finger me. I need you in my pussy.”
“No, I don’t think that I will. I think that I’ll save your pussy walls for something else. I think that I’ll just continue to tease you with my thumb some more.”
You groan in disappointment, “But I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Oh, you will. All in due time my dear.” I increase the pressure of my tongue on your clit as I use its entire length and dexterity to flick and swirl around it.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good.” You resume kneading and pawing at your breasts. I can see the signposts of your impending orgasm building, “I’m getting so close sir. May I please cum?”
For the first time tonight, you ask permission without being reminded to ask, “Good Girl. Since you asked so nicely, you may now pinch your nipples, and you are allowed to cum.” In an instant, your fingers grasp and pinch each of your nipples hard, twisting and pulling on them, hard. I feel your pussy clench hard, again trying to suck my thumb into it. My tongue presses hard against your clit and goes into a frenzy of swirls, licks, and flicks. “Cum for me my Good Girl.”
Your legs start to tremble in unison with your abs. The freight train of your orgasm is now barreling down the hill and it cannot be stopped. Your shallow ragged breaths stop completely. Your thighs try to close but are stopped by my broad shoulders as you slump forward over me. Your pussy clenches once, twice, and on the third clench I feel it release, and you give a small squirt on my chin, neck, and thumb.
“Oh God! So fucking good! Yes! Yes! Yes! You’re so good to me!” Your torso collapses back onto the bed and your thighs stop pressing against my shoulders. You are gasping for air as my tongue slows to drag long gentle licks on your clit as my grasp on your pubic hairs releases and pull my thumb out of your folds.
You lift your head and look at me with glazed-over eyes, “Thank you, sir. You are my everything. What did I do to deserve someone like you?”
I lean back from your pussy just enough that you still feel my breath on it, “Well first of all, what did I do to deserve you?” Pressing my soaked thumb down onto your clit.
“Oh God, please stop. I need a break, or I might pass out.”
“I’m not sure if I can do that just yet. After you showered my chin and neck in your juices, I think that I might officially be pussy drunk.”
You giggle, your right hand moves down to grab my left wrist as your left finds its way to my head and you try to push them both away from your pussy. “Please sir. I’m serious.” Still giggling as you push.
I smile up at you and make a big show of licking my lips and say, “I’m sorry, but are you trying to top from the bottom again? What have I told you about that?” My left hand lands in a loud squelching spank on your pussy.
Your eyes are wide in shock and the tone in your voice drops from playful to nervous, “I’m sorry sir. Thank you sir for the reminder.”
I wiggle my middle finger into your folds and press the tip against your clit, “Now, shall we continue?”
Your eyes drop and look and your chest, “Yes sir. As you wish.”
