" I know," he said, smiling faintly, his expression one of both exhaustion, as well as satisfaction. "Sorry!" Well," I said, "as long as you remember ...ho the boss here really is!" I smiled into his face.Then, and before his sperm could loose more of it's warmth, I lifted up the plate and hurriedly tilting it upwards, I let his load slide over the edge, and into MY mouth, and immediately swallowing it! Then I had him lick the rest of it off the plate. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I. By then she realized that she had been caught looking. Instantly, I wondered if Id caught her looking, or if she had just reeled me in with her incredible eyes. It didn't really matter. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the. ." It was a white lie, his Catholic guilt kept him lying outright, just as hers kept her from any protection during sex. It was a tracking device, just like the watch and ring on his hands, and if he took any of them off, they would whip him away in minutes. He put his hand on her wrist to pull her stroking fingers away, and felt a dull tickle of electricity. The devices also reacted if they came too close - so if either of his hands so much as brushed his dick, he would be writhing on the. She didn't think it would take very long, and began sucking hard. Blowjobs were a specialty of Sarah's. Her warm, wet mouth worked fast, almost as a challenge to see how fast she could finish. Her hard work paid off. In under a minute, a low moan came from the wall, and warm stream of cum exploded into her mouth. Several thick spurts of cum filled her mouth, which made sense. He probably hadn't been laid in a while. Not wanting to make a mess, Sarah slurped down the load and once again thanked.