She whimpered in protest, then Steve pulled his cock away. He sat her up, turned her around to face him, then eased her back against the table. “Sh...h.” His hand went to his cock, aiming low. She felt his warm domed head slip up and down her pussy and whimpered again, stretching her hands behind his neck. “Please.” His brown eyes flicked wide open to look into hers. His cock strayed from her clit, dragging across her swollen lips until it met her hungry, sopping hole. “I want you to know I’m. Not wanting to let people find the hired help in the owner's bedroom, he waited a moment. When he thought they were gone, he eased the door open. Suddenly, with the door opened an inch, he stopped. Inside the room was Sandra Billings. She had one of the waiters with her. It was a skinny guy that Ryan had noticed right away because he was far from the mold of all the other pool guys. Instead of being tall and well built, he was short and had hair that was cut almost like an Elvis impersonator.. Under other conditions I’d appreciate her, but as a protectee, those traits are the worst.Deciding I didn’t want to face her after that conversation, I went and took a shower.Fifteen minutes later, clean, shaved, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I walked into my small bedroom to find Callie studying the contents of the armoire.“What are you doing?” I asked, moving to the dresser for clean underwear and socks.“You don’t seem to respect my privacy, so I thought I’d reciprocate and see how. Without missing a beat or stopping her delicious suction, she dragged his shirt down his arms to the level of his wrists, using the ends to tie a knot. It wasn't too tight, just enough to keep him out of the way and remind him who the boss was. He leaned back a little, hips lifting against her mouth as he felt an orgasm building. She sucked him to the edge, then left him hanging as he abruptly popped free of her hot mouth. "Not yet," she said, getting to her feet. She planted a knee on either.