Brenda gets into roleplaying. Mr. Royce is overwhelmed

"Oh My God!" he whispered hoarsely as his eyes devoured her. "You...you look...incredible."

"This **** is happy that Master is pleased," she said quietly, looking down at the ground submissively. "This **** lives to please Master."

"Oh My God!" he whispered again, an obvious tent forming in his pants. Brenda smiled and swayed a few steps closer, letting her veils flow around her. Mr. Royce's eyes were wide and excited, as though he couldn't believe what was happening.

"What does Master desire?" she purred, moving closer, enjoying the rush of excited warmth in her body. She felt very powerful suddenly, even as she acted the submissive ****. Mr. Royce was so entranced by the sight of her that she felt a huge surge of confidence. He looked at her with his mouth slightly open, as though trying to make up his mind what to say. Brenda swayed a few steps closer, then stood submissively in front of him, looking down at the floor and clasping her hands in front of her.

"Does Master wish to use this one?" she asked softly. "This **** is for Master's pleasure. How may she please Master?" When he didn't respond, seemingly tongue tied, Brenda slipped slowly to her knees, sliding her hands up his thighs as she gently pushed them apart, then reached for his zipper.

"Perhaps this **** can use her mouth to please Master," she whispered, reaching into his pants and freeing his rigid shaft. The tip was glistening with his precum, and his breathing was hoarse and ragged, his eyes fixed on her face as she leaned close and breathed on his cock.

"Does Master wish to use this ****'s mouth?" she purred, one hand slowly stroking his meat. "Master has only to command, and this **** will obey."