Let's Kill Some Bugs

I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.

As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.

“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati