I listened to their footsteps as they left the room and then the creaking of the stairs. Tristan stood up, pulling his cock from my mouth with a wet plop.

"You did a good job, Erin. You like sucking my cock, don't you?" he asked.

I looked up at him, still on my knees under the table. I slowly nodded, ashamed to admit such a thing.

"Come out from there," he said, beckoning for me to stand up.

I crawled out from under the table and stood up. Tristan wasted no time. His big hands went straight for my breasts, massaging them through my top. Then his fingers gripped the...