Upping the Ante - more lobbying

She hears him pull up.  You can't miss the sound of his car on the gravel.  The only car she's heard in over an hour, their place is always peaceful and secluded.  After an impossible amount of time, she finally hears his door open -- and shut.  She moves into position as he walks across the gravel to the door.

 

All her waiting is now over.  She's shaved -- and primped -- curling hair and carefully applying makeup, what little she wears. She shifts her weight a bit from foot to foot, aware of the sight she makes.  Naked from the waist up, legs covered in black sheer stockings, black satin panties that cover her behind demurely and a pair of heels.  Just as ordered.  She has a moment of silly panic as the door starts to open.  Afterall, it could be anyone -- what would someone think if they walked into the wrong room and found her there - naked and waiting to be taken.

 

But she stands in the spot she selected.  Where she won't be seen from the outside world - but will be the first thing he sees as he comes into the room.  She wants to look at her feet to hide her embarrassment -- but he expects her to hold her head high.  She smiles as he enters the room and looks at her man.  Because he is hers.  And She is most definitely his.  He makes an appreciative growl and she stands silent, obeying the standing order to remain silent until asked to speak.  He circles her -- passing out of her vision  His breath is hot on her neck as his hand travels down her back leaving shivvers in its wake.

 

She shifts her weight again and receives a quick reprimand, "hold still, girl".  She sucks in her breath and holds it and wonders if shaking counts as failing to hold still.  But it's all pushed out of her mind as he grabs the back of her hair and pulls her to her knees, dragging her into position to suck his ready cock....