He cups my chin.

I look up at him, startled, aware of my nudity, my femininity, my inability to talk and... the sexual tension. He was a man and I was a petgirl. I smiled with a nervous blush, nuzzling his hand, kissing his thumb then sucking on it. I wanted to suck more than just his thumb. These sexual and lewd thoughts cam unbidden.

He smiled. “He dropped Mitzy off yesterday and will pick her up this afternoon...” he says. “I don’t usually consider petgirls from a sexual perspective. Tell me Mitzy. Would you like to suck my cock?” He asks knowingly.

I swallow and nod nervously. I did... he motions me down.