He stroked and prodded Constance, all the while crudely continuing to compliment her physical attributes. Eventually, much to her relief, his attention was diverted to the board game on the table. 'I wonder what this is all about,' he mused, leaning over to carefully study it. 'Better not touch anything, just to be on the safe side. Wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of your master.' He turned back to Constance. 'I wonder how long he'll be gone for. Long enough for me to have a little fun with you, eh?' She whimpered and vigorously shook her head. He grinned. 'If I didn't know better, I'd think you couldn't wait to get rid of me. Know what? I think I'll take a chance and live dangerously. If your master does come back before I'm finished with you, we'll just have to hope he understands. I'm sure you won't object to me taking out your gag, will you?' She hesitated, then shook her head. He reached for the strap at the back of her head. 'I didn't think so. You don't have to worry. I won't hurt you. Just a quick blow-job an' I'll be on my way. Okay?'….. Constance was looking for the perfect man… …he demanded the perfect slave!
