Didn't he like me?

Some of the men usually stayed around for conversation or at least to watch as we work. As much as I didn't want that from any person, I wanted it from him. Or weren't my breasts plump enough? I hated my good for nothing charms since they didn't seem to work on him. I knew the work was plainly based on business, but I couldn't help but imagine him breathing under me. Oh fuck. I really couldn't come back here to work.

I imagined him sucking and fucking my brains out but I was slowly accepting reality. Maybe he just didn't want to talk or something....