He curtsied for the man and got him coffee. Ian lapped up his wife’s juices as her thighs trembled and she moaned loudly. Lets go Ian.” She took a few steps toward her husband. Much to Ian’s relief. Ian pulled the boxers down. “Mmm, your a good little cock sucker. His small penis didn’t penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love canal. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn’t their names called. A stark contrast to the dark upholstered chair. I’m a man damn it!’
What he says was, “Yes sir.”
“The bow does a great job of announcing that you are a little cock sucker.” Ian shivered at the man’s words. Ian stood up nervously by the couch. They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up.