I get up and walk over to him. He puts me on his knee - sideways. I feel his thigh tense under my booty, as if weighing my weight. And he seems to be pleased, but again nothing can be read in his face.

“Put your lips on me,” he commands quietly.

OK. I press against my temple. He didn't specify where I should put my lips, did he? And there is the most pleasant place for me. Neutral and… I like his whiskeys.

“More,” his voice trails off. I want to hear how it vibrates. Therefore, I bend over and freeze somewhere in the region of the Adam's apple....