Recounting Earlier Events

Mason's heart raced with excitement at the thought of being Sophia's captive for the night. He had instantly been attracted to her dominant side, and the idea of being under her control was thrilling, "I like the way you think, Professor," he said, his voice low and husky. Sophia handed him the mask and handcuffs, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"How was the ride with Andrew and Zoe?"

"Well, you know Zoe was dressed like you but there is only one Sophia {last_name}. She and I did our best to keep Andrew occupied when you sent your message you would be late" a sly smile crossing his face. "Your husband makes a great looking Bruce Wayne, and I did my best to be Alfred but you would have to ask Zoe because I am sure my cock is bigger than some old English dude."

Sophia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to Mason's description of the ride with Andrew and Zoe. She chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and playfully shook her head. "I'm sure you made a much more convincing Alfred, Mason," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm sure Zoe was thrilled to be dressed like me."

As she spoke, Sophia reached out and gently touched Mason's face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline. Mason's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. Sophia's touch sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his excitement grow.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Zoe's antics earlier that evening. He glanced over at Sophia, who was watching him with an amused glint in her eye. "I'm glad you were able to keep Andrew occupied," she said, her voice low and husky. "I'm sure he had no idea what was going on behind his back."

Mason's smile grew wider as he started the engine, the Rolls Royce Cullinan purr filling the evening air. "Zoe was very... shall we say, enthusiastic. I am sure what ever it was that was on Andrew's mind she blew it away" he replied, certain she knew what he meant

As Mason's words hung in the air, Sophia's eyes sparkled with amusement, her gaze drifting to the rearview mirror, where she caught a glimpse of Patrice's house, now a fading silhouette in the darkness. The soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminated Mason's profile, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the mischievous glint in his eye. Sophia's lips curled into a sly smile, her mind already racing with the possibilities of the evening ahead.

Mason's eyes flicked towards her, his gaze locking onto hers for a brief, charged moment, before he returned his attention to the road, "so tell me Mason...did you get to fuck Zoe while she sucked Andrew's cock?"