Oblivious was Terrance to the goings on in the mind of the halfling temptress. That she could be so skilled as to be so deliciously noisy, seemingly focused and precise, it did not occur to him that she may be holding back or even multitasking. 'Satin.' He thought absentmindedly. 'This one deserves satin.'<br/><br/>This was just another successful interview. Well, more so in some ways than in others. While he had a certain general appreciation for his staff, this one had a special niche. That's not to say that he thought he was paying for the special services rendered, no. More like, he was paying for discretion.<br/><br/>And then she broke free of the support he offered, taking the initiative in springing forward and latching those cute lips to his bulbous head. 'Enthusiastic AND unafraid. It could certainly be worse,' his mind went on. A recently freed hand moved to the back of Viloet's head, though he didn't press down. More like, it was just resting there, weighing down a little. The other fell lifeless to his side.<br/><br/>The small hands were like several pins tickling his shaft as they spread gooey saliva across his meat. His shaft quivered under her ministrations and the pressure, coaxing more precum out the tip. It didn't seem as though it would take much more before he was ready to erupt.