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I wake up early when the smell of bacon and scrambled egg fills the room, I open my eyes and Mr. Bristol is leaving a tray with my breakfast on a table. I rub my face against the pillow clearing away the laziness that floods my body on a weekend and then I sit down, leaning my back against the headboard.
"You are, Mr. Bristol, the strangest man I know," I murmur sleepily, gaining his attention.
-Good morning Dayana, remember to call me by my name and not by sir from now on, she comments. -Why do I seem strange to you?
-Because he has enough money to hire a great culinary staff and prepare the food yourself.
-I like to take care of myself.
"So he's a cheapskate?"
"No, I just feel comfortable doing my own thing," he crosses his arms. -It's time for you to get up, eat and get ready because we're leaving in... -she looks at his watch and raises her eyebrows. -Thirty minutes. -That? But I won't be ready in thirty," he blurted out.
"Well, if you stay there, you won't have much time left," she raises her shoulders and leaves the room, sighing frustratedly to get out of bed and go straight to the bathroom where I take a quick shower.
When I dress in a casual dress from the Tommy Hillfiger brand, which is recognized in many countries, since men love underwear of these designs. I look at breakfast and eat everything I can in second to look for the suitcase which I don't see anywhere so I guess Donovan has taken it.
When he gets to the room he is typing on his phone which he keeps when he hears me he stands up and looks at me from bottom to top, he smiles.
"Good choice," she comments and I nod.
-Well, it wasn't like he had much to choose from, since he left me two options to choose from.
-Two options were enough. Shall we go?
I nod and together we leave the apartment, it seems strange to me that we did not go to the parking lot but to the lobby of the building, we go outside where a late model black Mercedes Benz is parking and next to it a man in a suit greets Donovan, opens the door and tells me. Let me get into the car first.
When we are both inside I can smell the perfume Donovan is wearing, the man undoubtedly has a very good taste in expensive things. I look out the window of the car that is going at a considerable speed, I explore the space we have and I am surprised to see that it has several buttons.
-What are those for?
"One of them raises the window which would make it impossible for the driver to look at our seats," he points to the button and my mind immediately flies away, I approach and press it, making the window go up. What are you doing Dayana?
"I need you to comply," I blurt out as if nothing had happened to which he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
-That? Here?
-Yes, what's wrong with it?
-Can the driver think that we are...
"That's something that doesn't worry me," I announce.
"I refuse to do this," she murmurs with red cheeks.
"I know you want to," I move until I climb onto his lap, leaving him surprised.
-It's not correct, Dayana.
"I don't care about Donovan, I'm not a woman who goes through life doing the right thing," I remind her. -So do I do it or will you do it? -I question looking at his eyes that move nervously.
-What thing?
-I do it well. With difficulty I place myself in the small space left by the seats and put my hand up to his belt. Donovan grabs my hands, preventing me from taking them off.
"Dayana, that's not correct," I look at him badly and remove his hands to remove his belt. I take care of removing the button and lowering his fly, revealing his white boxer briefs. I bring my eyes to his and I can see nervousness in his eyes waiting for my next move. I smile to myself and lower his underwear, releasing his semi-erect p***s. Donovan is gifted but I guess it's something he doesn't investigate or care to know.
He took it with my hand and rubbed my thumb on his glans, little by little his member hardens in all its splendor, I look up again at his face and his eyes are closed while his cheeks are he are carmine.
"It's not right you say," I mutter.
I don't receive a response from him so I get closer to his member to give a little suction to his glans, he moans "Exquisite" is the word that describes him because there are men who hold back a lot and don't let out even a gasp. time to receive an oral. I take care of masturbating him and taking as much as I can with my mouth while I listen to him blurt out some incoherence.
"Daya...na," he gasps, it's spectacular.
-Is it improper?
"No," he stammers hoarsely, I suck on his glans, managing to taste the salty taste of his precum.
"I'll show him how relaxing o*****s are," I whisper, increasing the suction and movement with my hand. He tenses and I know he's about to explode. I suck hard and he lets out a hoarse moan accompanied by my name. He cums madly inside. my mouth and swallow its essence, I lick all its thickness and finally my lips collecting the smallest drop of its flavor.
When she recovers, she adjusts her clothes and looks at me without any expression.
"You took advantage of me," I laugh.
"Well... I tell you, Mr. Bristol, you are a man, strong and intelligent, so I doubt that I, such a simple woman, could abuse you," I bite my lower lip and sit in my place. "By the way, you're exquisite," his cheek turns redder and he looks out the window.
