When April uttered those words, Simon understood that it was the latter situation.  "Pleasure at this moment?  Why would I grant you this indulgence?"  Simon popped the potsticker into his mouth and ate it before he continued onwards.  "Especially when you haven't finished your meal yet.  Then how could I permit you self-pleasure?"  He looked into her eyes seeing the hunger that was transparent in them.  "Or even the indulgence you want even more?"<br/><br/>Simon pulled his seat closer so he could feel the heat of April's breath and see that she was growing moist again.  He took a potsticker and pressed it against April's lips.  "It is clear then that I have been remiss in your disciplining, my priestess.  Something I will not fail you ever again."  With his other hand, Simon gripped April's loose hand in his own and pressed her own fingertips against her moist quim.  "You may touch yourself as I feed you.  But know this, if you cum before you finish this lunch and before I permit you..."  Simon left the rest of his comments hanging, letting April make up her own assumptions of her Lord's theoretical reprisal.<br/><br/>He began to guide her fingers in rubbing and stroking her quim, setting April's starting pace.  After a few guided touches, he released her hand to set April to her own devices.  Simon wanted to see April writhe and beg for mercy, he was hungry in his own particular way.  "Show me your devotion to my word."