As I waited for my lover to reply to my question, I heard the door open. I glanced over and saw Winston walking in. I hadn't seen him in here recently, but I remembered him. I'd noticed him often enough before.

I wondered if he'd ever noticed me. His eyes were on Molly as he sat down, watching the pleasure the poet was giving her. I returned my attention to my man, rolling my tongue around his cock again, silently urging him to speak, to tell me for what price he would auction me. But now part of my mind was on Winston, aware that he was behind me, that he was seeing me revealed in a way that he never had before. I'd always wanted him to see me this way. If possible, I was even more aroused than before...

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?