
I had found a simple solution to your chatty ways while I read at night. When I told you to get me my gin you would undress and hand me my book. I would pull my cigar from my pocket as you returned with my drink, kneeling in place. You lit as I took a few deep pulls on the tobacco then raised my glass to my lips. As I began to read you undid my belt and lowered the zipper. Your tongue always teased the under cap till I thickened, then you slowly sucked me deep with your soft lips. A perfect quiet night of relaxation. I would make sure to reward you at bedtime unless your mouth was exceptionally good, then you may get a creamy snack early.