Master had a guest over for dinner tonight. 😇 I served them, of course. Each time I leaned over to pour the wine, I made sure my blouse gaped open, just a little, so the guest could get a perfect view of my tits. Master gave me that look—the one that says I’m being insufferable but also utterly irresistible. Later, when they were discussing something dreadfully boring, I slipped under the table. I took Master’s cock in my mouth, right there, working it slowly with my tongue until it was hard and leaking. The guest never knew. Master’s hand came down to rest on my head, fingers tangling in my hair, keeping rhythm. I stayed there, quiet and obedient, a secret little slut beneath the polite conversation, swallowing every drop when they finally came. This is what I am for. Not just sex, but being the perfect, hidden indulgence. My entire world is the space between my Master’s thighs. 💖