It was a look that she knew well. While it terrified her, it thrilled her at the same time. She felt herself throb with desire to be given another opportunity to please Him.
She remembered what happened last night and His promise of retribution. Wanting nothing more in life than to satisfy Him, she had tried desperately to bring Him to orgasm while sucking His cock. When she felt the muscles in her jaw cramp from the tremendous force of His thrusts and from being stretched to accommodate his immense girth, she feared that she might involuntarily clamp down on His massive member. She pulled back, more for His safety than for her comfort. It enraged Him. On the brink of climax, He finished himself, shooting His spunk on her face while she knelt before Him, disgraced. She had failed Him miserably.
His hand, obscured by her dinner napkin which was draped over her lap, reached beneath the hem of her black cocktail dress under the table.
In the dimly lit chophouse, their dinner companions were oblivious. The two older couples were busy discussing their recent Alaskan cruise. Both of the males, His bosses, were gentlemanly fellows and were happy to mentor their new protégé. It was the first time the young couple had been invited to socialize with the partners. She knew that she had best make a good impression. Smiling often, but adding little to the dialogue, she felt like His butterfly under a glass dome.
