Rebecca continues to fix you.

By all accounts, Rebecca's recommendation isn't far off the mark. The meat is succulent, the vegetables are roasted just right and the seasoned gravy serves as an excellent accompaniment, but your focus is frequently diverted to another meat problem. With the finesse of a surgeon, Rebecca toys with her meal without missing a beat - even as her toes attack your crotch every few seconds, taking particular care when you take bites of your steak. You barely manage to pass off your muffled moaning as pleased grunts while chewing, and as you do so you watch an impish grin creep along the sides of Rebecca's pert lips.

"So, how is it?" she innocently pipes up, just as she expertly twists her toes about the top of your throbbing organ, before withdrawing her foot in the next second. The effort, though, is enough for your to nearly **** on your mouthful of potato. You sharply glance at Rebecca once you manage to right your swallowing, and she meets you with her twinkling eyes wide open and a nonchalant smile.

"You're right. It's really good. Euphoric, even," you answer, then add, "You're not so shabby yourself. You're not one of the best technicians for nothing."

"Precision, attention for finer detail and a little love. Comes with the job," she responds smugly.

It takes you the next minute to guess at her game. Instead of getting you off, Rebecca takes care to bring you to the brink before withdrawing, only to resume her maneuvers after some seconds. The predatory glint in her eye seems to confirm this sentiment, as she continues slicing her steak and placing it in her mouth, almost starting to purr as she notices you watch her lips move sensually from the chewing.