Chapter 8. Restraining Desire

The business lunch was the worst excruciating two hours of my life. I was so fucking stiff, as she keeps on giving me her little touches.

"I need to show you off to my clients Gary, so act natural and blend in with my touches, move your face a bit to the left baby." She hoarsely said in my ear, then licked and bit my ear as I move to her instruction.

I didn't know that I could get anymore harder. But it felt like I was going to get off right there and then. I covered my mouth with my knuckle, to keep myself from letting out a moan. She was satisfied with my reaction, as she continues talking to her clients, but kept her hand on my upper thigh.

Goddamn!

There was just little business talk at that lunch, the rest were small talks about places, current events, and a glimpse of our past as her clients and I turned out to be from the same boarding school for the rich. He was reminiscing the old days, while I was holding on to the last thread of my sex