Nicky clears away the plate. Stephen settles back in his chair. Nicky brings in some port in a glass decanter and set it in front of Stephen before returning to the kitchen. Pup wonders if Nicky is getting anything to eat out there.
‘Still hungry?’ Stephen asks.
Pup nods.
‘Then you can suck on my c**k,’ Stephen says, ‘while I drink my port. Get under the table and take me in your mouth. But do it nice and slow. Don’t you dare try to make me come. I’m saving that for later.’
Pup gets under the table. She unzips Stephen’s trousers, reaches in and takes out his c**k. It’s only half-erect, thick and heavy but not yet hard. She takes it in her mouth carefully, mindful of what she has been told. It’s how E. likes it sometimes, not a blow-job exactly, not being sucked with a view to making hi
