No, that's enough, I'm leaving to find a husband and maybe get my share of the $1.2b.

"Are you sure?" asks Alistair. "I think you could be very happy here, as our sissy maid."

"I'm sure," you say.

"If I had known you were leaving, I would have had you finish me off," says Benny.

"Wait..."

You go to the living room and come back with the Chihuly Macchia. It's a gorgeous art-glass bowl still has the dried up stains from your cum from when you were restrained in the living room during that first party with Alistair.

You put the Chihuly to the side, and then you kneel in front of Benny and fish his penis out of the front of his pants. He's still hard

"Let me know when you're about to shoot," you say, before thrusting his cock into your mouth. He places his hands on your shoulders.

It's so good, you think to yourself, having a man's hard cock in your mouth! You love cock sucking, don't you? You love kneeling in front of a man, his dick in your mouth, as you run your tongue all over the head, sucking on the tip, feeling this hard, flesh shaft between your puffy, cock-sucking, bimbo trophy-wife lips?

You love that, don't you? We both know you do.

Now that you know what he likes, you are able to get him to the edge quite quickly.

"I'm there!" he cries out, tapping your shoulder.

Quickly you take his cock in your hands and jerk him off, and as he shouts his release, you are careful to aim it directly at the Chihuly. Thick, wet splats cover the bowl with his splooge, thick and gooey.

"Love it," says Alistair.

"How much?" you ask.

"You mean... for this special-edition, custom-enhance, male-anointed Chihuly?" asks Alistair.

"Yes, how much?"

"Oh, I don't know if you could afford it, Jennifer."

"Try me."

Alistair looks at me, then thinks for a while. You can tell he's really trying to figure out how much you can afford.

"One hundred and twenty-five thousand," he says.

"Sold! I want something to remember you by."

"Oh don't worry about that," says Alistair. "You're now on the list."