Trisha was conscious not to leave stains on Mister Vero's clothes,, so she lifted herself from his lap and unbuckled his belt. She stood from her position to remove all his clothes away and put them nicely on the vacant single-seater chair nearby. Denny did not mind. She could cum all over his clothes for all he cared. He won't be meeting anyone else after her, and when he gets home, he will surely change his clothes. Yet, he did not resist as he enjoyed watching how she conscientiously was serving him. He followed her lead in everything as she guided him without saying anything. Trisha carefully undressed Mister Vero. Then she stood in front of him to untie the ribbon of the red dress she was wearing and let it drop to her feet. Then she went back to straddle him again. With her hands holding to the backrest of the couch right beside his head, she kneeled on the couch with her knees right next to the sides of his thighs.Denny clenched his jaw as he keenly watched her every lusciou
Denny tapped Trisha lightly on her hips to give his new order."I want you in all four," Denny whispered close to her ear. She was a perfect view of a weakened service girl due to an intense orgasm she just had. Too weak to straighten her body, she was leaning her forehead on Denny's left shoulder. Yet, Trisha complied silently. She let her body slide into the empty space on the couch to Denny's left. Then she moved one knee to be side by side with the other on the side of Denny's left thigh. She was confident her client could easily move to stand from his seat with only her feet on top of his lap by now."Mon petit minou..." [My little kitten]Denny did not move when he saw the wiggling, salt and peppered color, hairy tail attached to Trisha's butt. He gets the thrill out of the thought that he can pull it out and plow his cock in replacement to keep her filled and never empty. He could still see the glistening cum of hers dripping out of her, collecting some fluids into his fingers,
"How do I say...?" Trisha answered with a deep thought as she made sure he was well-cleaned. "Mind-blowing?" She was starting to feel sober again. She sweated all over her body. They sweated a lot during the whole time. The alcohol effect must have been released along with her perspirations. There was no way the alcohol could have remained in her system. She stood up to help Denny put on a robe, then cleaned herself with the wipes and wore the robe herself. She sat on Denny's right side, one foot behind his back while the other was upfront. She leaned her back on the couch's armrests and pulled the man into her to make him lie his head on her chest. His back to her front and gently knead his temples.Denny kept his eyes closed. He was thinking of a way to bring this girl home and keep her by his side. Trisha thought he was too tired, so she tried to make him feel comfortable with her soothing touch. She let her kneading fingers move up to his scalps. From the forehead down to his nap
Trisha did not know what to do when she heard her client was about to speak to her big boss. She was confident she did not do anything wrong, but she was still scared of what reasons Mister Vero was to discuss with Mister Brown. "Sir...?" Trisha uttered to call for Denny's attention as she helped him get dressed. She was neatly buttoning his shirt, standing right in front of Denny."You stay here for a while. I will be right back, okay?" Denny did not want to bother having his necktie back on, so he just rolled it and handed it to Trisha. "Eat or drink while you wait. You can order for anything but do not leave this booth, do you understand?"Trisha obediently nodded. She would never dare provoke Mister Vero. Denny was worried she would get into trouble again with other service girls or with other clients. She is such a trouble magnet. Not that she is naughty, but she always gets the less unfortunate end of every fight—another reason why he needed to speak with Harold Brown immediat
"Okay, given that you are serious," Harold clasped his hands, and with his elbows leaning on the desk, he hung his chin on his knuckles. "Because that is exactly how you look right now, let me rephrase my question..." Harold took a deep breath, stared at Denny, and asked cautiously."Are you sure about this?"Denny stared back at Harold. Then he looked away, sighed, and fell into a deep thought. His friend's words were said so seriously that Denny had to pause and let his brain sink in all the possible messages it may have had. Harold has a jolly personality, but when he turns this serious and cautious, Denny could pick hints of genuine warnings. "I am sure about wanting to keep her safe," Denny answered, staring blankly at the empty chair across from him. "Tell me, Harold, am I a fool to do so?" He asked with uncertainty. "But I don't think I can leave her knowing I have caused her so much trouble in here," Denny added."How long do you think will you keep her?" Harold asked."As yo
"You know I wouldn't do this for anyone else than you, right?" Harold pouted at Denny. He squinted his eyes as if he were waiting for the man in front of him to admit the fact and honesty of his said words."Let's just say... Now, I realize why I had to do my best to save you from a deadly snake's bite way back years ago," Denny answered with a victorious smile."What!?" Harold was rendered speechless at Denny's remarkably candid reply. He huffed in the whammy feeling that he cannot say he regrets being saved nor is happy being bullied by his "savior"!"Get lost!" Harold roared in great annoyance. "And take her with you," he added."How about the papers?" Denny asked with his smiles from ear to ear."Just send them to me. I really hate looking at your smug face right now," Harold covered his face with both palms with just his lips free so he could speak clearly."I will ask my driver to get her things tomorrow, so ask Sandra or Marie to pack her things," Denny did not move from his se
Trisha remained silent. Besides, she wasn't asked for anything that would require her verbal answer, so she kept her eyes on his face, not in an intimidating way but in curious cat-like expressions. But not for long because Denny raised a question that demanded her answer."Did you say you would like to work for me?" Denny asked.Trisha was not sure how to answer his question, so she blinked her eyes at him. Was he talking about serving, or did the word work mean as he mentioned earlier? She was hoping it was the latter, but she could not let high hopes devour her."Would you like to quit her and serve me alone?" Denny asked again."I... I'm..." Trisha stuttered. "I am..." she paused. She swallowed the remaining food in her mouth and asked. "How...?""Quit here and come with me. You will have to stay at my house so I will not worry about your safety all the time," Denny answered, feeding her another bite of food."I am sure you have heard about why I am working here," Trisha looked do
Denny's phone screen flashed a notification that an email had arrived. He swiftly opened it, and after making sure it was an electronic mail from Harold Brown, he handed his phone to his service girl. "Thank you, sir," Trisha meekly uttered as she received the phone with both hands courteously. She checked every detail. Her head nodded slightly as she read, showing that she concurred with the contents she was carefully skimming at. "I hope it's okay to ask for a hard copy of this later...?" Trisha timidly mentioned as she handed Mister Vero back his phone."Of course, I will prepare everything in black and white, hard copy, bind them, and let you have them for record-keeping. Would that make you feel comfortable?" Denny asked with satisfaction. He noticed aside from making sure she had everything legally settled, she did not ask for anything else. All she was worried about was if her debts on Sweet Haven's management were cleared. She just made sure she wasn't walking blindly witho