He gives her a brief break before more servicing

Vyki tossed together one of her normal omelets for Sir Bill and as she wasn’t feeling very hungry at the moment anyway.

Returning to the living room with the omelet and juice for Sir Bill, she was surprised to him watching some football pregame show. She didn’t even know they were playing a bowl today, but she hadn’t followed sports in years.

Sir Bill was so engrossed in it, he didn’t even seem to register her approach. She walked up next to him, but he still didn’t acknowledge her. Bending over she put the glass in cup in front of him as he looked to the side at the TV. “Your omelet, Sir.”

Bill was slightly startled jumping lightly in his seat as he turned to the intrusion. He quickly saw the food in drink directly in front of him, but his head naturally lifted upwards to face the other person and felt a bit more comforted seeing her smile. However, his natural impulse stepped in, and his eye moved back down to focus on the exposed cleavage. Hearing a slight giggle, he quickly recovered darting his eyes up and saying, “uh, thanks, um, Vyki,” as he struggled to keep his view away from her drooping dress’s opening. Taking the plate and glass he turned back to the TV. Trying to block out the faux pas, he stayed looking at the unknown commentator, “did you fix yourself something?”

Vyki couldn’t hide the smug look on her face realizing how flustered the ‘Big bad Sir Bill’ got looking at some plastic breasts. Glancing down as she responded, “Yes, Sir Bill,” she did have to admit Nico did do an impressive job on her tits.

Not looking away from the TV, Bill commanded, “get your food and join me, girl.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki replied as she proudly spun on her toes and put bounce in her swaying step she returned to the kitchen.

Hearing her heels click away, Bill glanced a look over his shoulder at her. Seeing her skirt swish side to side teasing a glance at her thing and jewel, Bill could only shake his head and wonder if he were just too good for the poor thing. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed one of the large floor pillows and tossed it next to the coffee table as he returned to yesterday’s pregame recording.

Coming back from the kitchen, Vyki felt almost annoyed Sir Bill wasn’t looking her way and emphasized her click clack of her heels. Reaching the seating area, she looked around deciding where to sit as Sir Bill had apparently claimed the whole couch.

A commercial came on and Bill deigned a look at the perplexed girl. “Have a seat,” he said gesturing to the pillow he tossed down.

Vyki looked at him already returning to the TV, and back to the pillow. She opened her mouth to complain; however, she managed to catch herself remembering the many times Paul’s girls had sat on the fluffy cushions when serving him and she couldn’t argue the fact that subs often sat on the floor. So, without further fuss, she knelt on the pillow, putting her plate and drink on the coffee table; her legs were relieved to finally not supporting her weight or popping up and down.

As she sat there and the inane pre-game episode Sir Bill was choosing to watch droned on and on, Vyki looked up at Sir Bill on the couch and couldn’t help but feel like a little kid **** to watch the evening news while they ate. However, when she looked down at her food, she caught sight of her cleavage and knew she looked anything like a little kid releasing a little giggle at her inner dialogue.

While eating her meal, Vyki dropped a bit of egg down her chest ending in the valley between her tits. Digging down to gather it, she glanced up and caught Sir Bill staring before he quickly looked back to the TV and fast forwarded through some commercials; Vyki couldn’t help but giggle at him staring at her chest.

Tuning out most of the football show, Vyki focused on eating. But when the intro music to the actual event started, Vyki found herself swaying and bouncing on the pillow to catchy beat as she ate her breakfast.

Seeing motion out of the corner of his eyes, Bill turned to see Vyki dancing in place on her pillow and glared at her. However, rather than being embarrassed at being caught dancing, she smiled and made an overt motion to bounce her chest in beat to the last few notes of the song from TV. Bill turned back to show and fast forwarded to the kickoff in frustration at her lackadaisical attitude.

Seeing Sir Bill catching her dancing should have probably embarrassed Vyki, but him looking at her swaying body, she felt emboldened and shook her tits in time to the music. And, as she expected, he quickly turned away embarrassed at being caught staring at her fake chest. Vyki had to contain herself from breaking down into a complete fit of giggles.

Vyki was quickly becoming bored with the no-name college teams on the field and realized she was down to her last bit of egg. Picking it up on her fork, she could see Sir Bill was engrossed in this poor excuse for a game and looking down at her cavern, she ‘accidentally’ let the bit of egg fall in her cleavage. “Oh drat!” Vyki said dramatically staring down at her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Bill asked, turning away from the game he missed yesterday; he was hoping his alma mater would have more of a challenge than this for a bowl, but it wasn’t overtly interesting.

“I dropped a bit of egg,” Vyki said and pretended to dig unsuccessfully out of her cleavage. “But these blasted nails keep getting in the way,” she practically whined.

Vyki looked up and she could see Sir Bill was engrossed in staring at her chest. With him locked in on her breasts, Vyki stood up and walked over to him. She nearly laughed out loud watching his line of site follow her chest as his eyes stayed on her tits as she moved. The fact she practically bounced heavily with the few steps over to him, she was impressed his eyes seemed to bounce along with them. However, when she got over to him, she stopped briefly watching his eyes staying glued to her chest and knowing he was enrapt, she then leaned over at the waist watching his head tilt down as her cleavage slowly pivoted to show down her dress. Vyki then used her already high-pitched voice to sound breathy with an almost exaggerated pout and she said, “do you think you could use your big, strong manly hands to help me, Sir Bill?”