Boss lady-3

“I know you don’t like me…”

“That’s right, Tim. I don’t. But I do like what you’re good for. Isn’t that a bit of irony?”

“Yes! And, finally I’m good for something!” I enthused.

“Exactly, Tim. Outside of giving me all your attention and your deep respect (and yes, I do feel that), you’re nothing but garbage rotting in the sun. A total loser. What do you think?”

I opened my mouth to answer and felt myself happily jettisoning the awful weight of pretense. Forget your bullshit delusions! I told myself.

“I agree . Yes!” I began. “You’re right. I’m a pig-headed loser. Boy! I’ve been waiting a long time to tell that to someone! Someone like you, Ma’am. Someone who sees what I really am.”

“We’re of one mind, aren’t we, Timmy?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Timmy is here to serve only you!” I said, feeling a bit silly calling myself by my c***dhood name. My cock, meanwhile, was raging in my pants. I could feel precum leaking slowly into my briefs.

Jenna rose from the sofa with a sardonic grin and walked the two steps to where I knelt. She came close, and I was soon face-to-face with her pussy mound, presenting its contours through the blue cotton of her panties.