Raise your ass for your Mistress

It's difficult to obey her command with a cock in your mouth, and without the use of your hands, but you do your best, gingerly raising your ass, walking your knees back a little to support your weight.

You feel her fingers slide between your wet cuntlips, exploring. A finger slides inside your cunt, and you moan, the noise muffled by the cock.

She chuckles. “I'd say she's adjusting, yes.” She wipes her damp fingers on the curve of your buttocks. “Well, I didn't come here to play. When you get a chance, Norman dear, take a look at Case number 1185, will you? It requires a little finesse.”

“Yes, dear,” Mr. Smith says.

“Right then.” Her heels click away, and the door shuts again.

Mr. Smith picks that moment to come, spurting hot semen against the back of your throat. You swallow, and wipe your mouth as he pushes you back onto your haunches.

He zips up, buckles up, and stands. You watch him as he walks over to a tall Chinese laquer cabinet. He unlocks it, opens the doors, removes something from a shelf within, and closes the doors again, pocketing whatever he's taken.

“I've got to go down to the labs, Sophie. I want you here, on your knees, when I get back.” He walks out the door.