“Quite the show you put on there, Jacqueline,” he says. I feel my cheeks heat up. I knew on some subconscious level that Mr. Rossi had probably been watching, but now that I’m actually confronted with that, I feel suddenly shy.
He wraps one hand around my neck very loosely and runs his thumb across my larynx. A shiver runs up my spine and down towards my cunt.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed by, Jacqueline. Quite the opposite, in fact. I thoroughly enjoyed your performance, and I know I’m not the only one.”
Just then, a man who had been standing behind Mr. Rossi steps forward. He looks similar to Mr. Rossi in age and stature, although is slightly less handsome. Still, the sight of him makes me nervous.
Mr. Rossi tightens his grip around my neck enough to slightly constrict my airway. A
