“Marzia!“ I hear Sir call from the living room. Surprised, I respond that I’ll be right there and quickly start putting the last plates from the dishwasher into the cupboards. There must be a good reason for him to want me to join him while he’s having friends over. Especially work mates.
After finishing up in the kitchen, I make my way to the living room, where I find the three men sitting on the couch next to the pool table. If the other two only knew what delicious sins have been committed on this couch. The thought that Sir might have told them about the nature of our relationship makes the blood rush to my cheeks and I feel that familiar tugging sensation between my legs. The one that floods my body with desire whenever I feel embarrassed by my cravings. Or the actions Sir makes me do.
The three guys look at me with an undeniable look of curiosity on their faces as I enter the living room. Almost impatiently they watch my every move as I cautiously make my way through the room. Although I feel weirdly monitored, I thoroughly enjoy their (hungry almost?) looks.