146. Dancing Like a Wildfire

Trisha tried her very best to satisfy her master.

She used her hands, lips, and every part of her that she thought would please her client and forgive her. But when she got into his most precious possession, his pride standing bravely like a mighty warrior above his crotch, pointing at Trisha, the service girl held her arms behind her back. She only used her lips, tongue, and mouth to caress Denny's excited shaft.

Denny moaned in sweet delight as Trisha did her ways to appease his sulky mood.

In her perseverance, Trisha was not aware that Denny was feeling provoked again. The way she teases his cock with her licking, twirling, and lapping tongue, making Denny jerk, jump, and stiffen in his seat, were driving his sanity to madness.

"Stand up," Denny suddenly commanded.

Trisha was like a robot. She did not dally. She did as she was told; she stood up.

Denny, who was like Trisha, now in his birth suit, stood up and started to walk to the stairs. Trisha's gaze followed him; she was unabl