As he went to work, she pulled her dress down to expose one breast and began to fondle it. With her other hand she rumpled his hair affectionately, though occasionally she tugged it and pushed his head harder against her groin.
“Good,” she said, in a voice thick with desire. She wondered if his c**k was hard. Well, that would receive no attention today. Pleasures would be measured out a little at a time. She wondered also if when he went away, still full of lust, he would masturbate. She assumed so. As she did herself. She had already decided that though she would work him hard she would not grant him the satisfaction of making her come. Better not build up his self-esteem too much.
“Seek out my c**t with your tongue,” she said. “Then circle it slowly. Try to wrap your tongue around it.”
