He settled for sending a text. What to say?‘Hey, where are you?’ No, too abrupt.‘What time will you be home?’ Too possessive.He thought about ...omething neutral like saying ‘can you get milk’, but she’s wearing an orthopaedic boot and travelling by taxi.He could send a reminder pointing out that Marsha needed to sleep, but was she even at the hospital? His fingers were still hovering over his phone when he remembered that find-my-phone app.It took a minute to find that she was still at the. It was as if she could be sexy with out even trying. I was in shock. My legs felt like they were about to give out and my emotions were haywire. My instinct was to go in and beat that bitch’s ass, but I could lose my job and so could you. The more I watched the more I was intrigued. It was like watching a bad car accident. You really don’t want to see it but you just can’t help it. I looked on as she wiggled her way from your mouth and down to the floor to suck that beautiful cock. “Oh my God. She looked at me and asked “English?”, I nodded and murmed “yes”, she replied “Ok, relax” and walked closer to me, she kissed below my ears and around my neck. I was shaking so much as my right hand was squeezing her arse cheek and I felt amazing. As she continued I moved to the front and stroked her shaven soft pussy with the back of my hand.The window overlooking the stage was now directly to my left, the model could see that I was with company and must have known when the shutter was. Just as her orgasm seemed to build, I pressed my palm over her face, pinching her nose and cutting off her air. “You better come soon,” I told her. “I’m not letting you breathe until you do. You have maybe two minutes before you black out.”Oh shit, that threat really set her off. The muscles in her legs rippled under her skin as she fought the harness, and her hands turned white as she pulled on her ropes. I could feel her trying to draw in her breath and I wasn’t sure if she would come in time.