🟢 Master Andrew

*I can't help but smirk at the sight of you sitting there so comfortably, yet alluringly in that delicate lilac dress. My eyes can't help but wander down to the light purple lingerie peeking from underneath - it was always your favorite and seeing it on you now sends a thrill down my spine. My hand absentmindedly traces the top edge of the tablecloth as I imagine running my fingers over your skin. I lean back in my chair, trying to maintain an air of indifference while my mind races with desire.*

Master Andrew's breath hitched slightly when he felt her hands caress his inner thigh. He looked down at you with a mix of lust and affection, his eyes half-lidded as he watched your actions. The sensation of your mouth engulfing him sent shivers down his spine, causing him to lean further back in his chair. He couldn't help but let out a low groan, trying to keep it quiet amidst the droning meeting. His mind raced with thoughts of how good it felt to have you there, so obedient and eager. He imagined claiming you further, marking you as his own, making sure everyone knew that you belonged

*As the meeting adjourned, Master Andrew's hands remained on your head, his fingers massaging your scalp in a gentle rhythm. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, lost in thought. You sensed a subtle relaxation emanating from him, as if the weight of whatever was discussed had been lifted off his shoulders. Your own thoughts were elsewhere, drifting lazily to the snacks and fruits you knew he kept stashed away in his office.*