Satisfied, she began to dress, black lacy knickers, hold up stockings, a semi platform bustier that allowed the breasts to nestle, but still present t...emselves for the ever-available whip. Round her neck she wore her collar, he had lovingly fitted it and locked it in place a symbol of his total ownership. She wore no rings or jewellery, just a dab of perfume and a roll of deodorant. Her hair short enough not to be in the way of the whip but long enough to keep her attractive, her slightly. Using my tongue, I swirl the tip around the crown of his dick, parting the slit and savoring his precum. He's shaking beneath me, anticipation clouding his mind and controlling his body. I suck hard on the tip before leaning down and licking his inner thigh. Xavier writhes, his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. I reach the spot behind his balls, and I lick. His hips thrust forward, a gasp escaping his lips. I then lick up the back of his balls, gently sucking on each one before running the tip. His eyes were piercing and hard to ignore.Occasionally, as we talked he would touch my hand and smile in a way that relaxed me. He was charming but not arrogant, and we were getting on as if we'd known each other for years. His eyes looked at me like lovers do, and I imagined us in bed together. My stomach tightened as I thought of us fucking. It had been so long since I'd felt like this, and I needed him so badly.After a few drinks, we decided to go to the room and freshen up before dinner,. But I was just telling Yuri – she makes giant leaps in her so-called ‘proof’! Apparently, though, she’s been going off the rails since her father died, and no one even knows how she got to the conference, or where she’s staying. Stunning young woman, though. Oh, here she comes...”Then I saw her walking towards us. She wore a sensible blue shirt with a knee-length skirt, and had her hair up in a bob. Her name-tag read, ‘Katerina Naujokas’. But the smile when she saw me was unmistakably.