"Don't be rude to Sir, honey," Siobhan whispered mischievously, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Don't you remember? You wanted me to serve him… so you could make a good impression on him."
She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.
"Now stop whining and watch properly how I serve Sir. It's for your own benefit, remember?"
Howard's mouth opened, but no words came out. His face turned ghostly white.
"You… you… bitch," he finally choked out, voice shaking with disbelief and rage.
Siobhan only smiled wider and gave Alex's thick cock a slow, deliberate stroke.
Howard's eyes slowly turned to the woman on Alex's right side... the woman who had been moaning and grinding on his fingers.
His own wife.
His blood froze.
"And you…" he whispered hoarsely, pointing at her with a trembling hand. "What the fuck are you doing here… Heena?"
