He sat on the bench at the table. "Sit on the table, legs either side of me, feet on the bench"
She tried to sit demurely on the table, but failed when she had to slide a leg across him, opening her legs wide. Her short skirt hid nothing, sliding back along her legs. Mmmm. Definitely stockings. Black panties, visibly damp, stretched across her sex.
"Now play for me, not the camera this time. Let's see if you've learnt anything. Lick your nipples... play with yourself... push your panties aside and hold yourself open... Everything. This is the show that might just save you."
He watched as she played, his cock rock hard. After her initial nerves, she was obviously enjoying it too, her face flushing. He bent his head down and she eagerly pushed herself forward to meet his mouth.
But he stopped her, just short of his mouth. Instead, he gently blew on her inner thigh, moving up till his warm breath danced against her panties. She moaned and shook slightly at the sensation. Then he slowly ran his tongue following the same path, gently at first, then more firmly. She grabbed his hair and tried to push against him harder.
He stopped and grabbed her wrist.
"No. Undress me"
She did as she was told, first unbuttoning his shirt, brushing his nipples, but glancing at the bulge clearly visible in his trousers. She undid his trousers and slid them down. His cock snapped rigidly to attention, free from the constraint of his trousers. Instinctively she grabbed his cock, trying to wrap both hands round it.
"Did I say touch me? Bend over the table. Now."
She stood and turned. With one swift move, he lifted her skirt and ripped down her panties.
"Time you learnt some discipline girl"
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This is the plan for Friday….
Her x
