The next time we had a sexual encounter, it was a little unexpected. When we got together and had out session of dominance, we had a code name for it, we called it 'venting.' So if she ever felt the need to be dominated she would tell me she needed a vent, or if I wanted some rough fun, I'd tell her I needed to vent. It worked out funny, because people thought we were just frustrated, which we were, just not in the way that they were thinking!
Anyway one day I was trying to organize some stuff for a competition I had entered, I was walking through town, heading to my place, but decided to stop off for a visit, I arrived to a coffee already made, put my folder down on her kitchen table explained I was on hold and had been for almost 10 minutes, and setup office on her table trying to figure out what I was going to do.
She looked at all my stuff on the table and commented that it looked stressful and asked if I needed to have a vent, as she asked she slid her hand down on to my crotch. I stupidly made the comment that I was too stressed for that! WTF right! But she knew me to well by that stag, and dropped to her knees, pulled my leg around and said 'Nothing wrong with your cock in my mouth while your on hold is there?' I didn't argue, but just as she wrapped her lips gently around the head of my cock, the guy at the other end of line came back on...perfect timing right!