Servant of Her Silken Thighs

“This is a much better use for your tongue, don’t you think, Kathy?” Theresa mocked, her fingers clawed into Kathy’s scalp, yanking her head back temporarily so she could look at into the eyes of the prize between her legs. “No more snide remarks about my lifestyle or abilities, just lick, lick, lick. Better hurry, though, I have a meeting in 20 minutes!”

From the corner of her eye, Kathy saw the midday sun glinting off the skyscrapers visible through Theresa’s new panoramic window. Kathy’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the otherwise silent office. Theresa leaned back in her opulent, leather office chair, legs spread obscenely wide, her hand casually stroking the mound above her glistening pussy, a sickening counterpoint to the slick wetness spreading between Kathy’s own legs. Disgust warred with a shameful flicker of arousal inside her.