I hear him unzip. It takes him a second to kneel down so his cock is level with my mouth. He inches it into the cage. My lips meet it. I let it in. I ...till haven’t seen his face. I suck his cock through the cage as best I can. He likes it. He moans. His hands grip the top of the cage. He’s ramming his crotch harder and harder into my throat. Part of me wants him to cum right there. Part of me hopes this is just the beginning.You don’t get into this line of work if you don’t like sex a little.. There's much more in the way of opportunities for models out there." And you don't want to move out there," I speculated."Actually, I'd love to. I could expand the business out west. I've got a trusted assistant manager who could keep things going here in New Jersey at the same time. What I lack is funds to make a move like that. Business is great right now, but I figure it will be a couple more years before I'll be able to swing a move out west, along with the start-up costs involved with. Do I give her a rain check that I alone know about? How much longer can I hold out? Decisions have got to be made.'I get back in my chair, hand her, her napkin, take a sip of wine, look in her eyes and see it all there. Her lust, her joy at pleasing me with her shaved pussy and a smugness, that says she has me now, little does she know, my decision instantly made. I move to give her a kiss and she smiles as she meets me half way. "I have had enough of what's on the table how about you?" I. But the hours dragged on. It was now nearly midnight, so I gave up my sex ideas and went to bed without cumming. I figured the next morning, I would fuck her senseless. I was fast asleep when she stumbled into our bedroom about 1am. She was visibly hammered, and struggling to even stand. She turned on all the lights, oblivious to the fact that was there sleeping. My first thoughts were anger. How could she have stayed out so late. How could she get so drunk and drive home. What was she.