He squirmed in his chair, enraptured by her performance, his eyes never leaving her body. She could see his rod, stiff and at attention, straining against his pants, begging to be freed once more, as he struggled to simply watch.<br/><br/>Her words were enough to push him over the edge. "Then come to me, my dear... I want to feel you against me," he ordered. They might not even make it to the bedroom, at this rate.<br/><br/>Behind him, the bodyguard sighed... though he, too, was rather enraptured by her performance!