Cindy's Humble Servant Ch. 03

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"Pull over here," Master said, and Peter pulled the car over and stopped it. "You wait here for Cindy, and you can send her home when we're done. You can play with yourself; you've earned it. Don't call me. I'll call you when I have something for you to do."

Cindy and Brian get out of the car, and walked toward Brian's building. Peter watched Cindy's magnificent ass moving under her white trousers, and immediately pulled out his cock and began to tug at it earnestly, so that he could come while Cindy's ass was still in view. He shot gouts of cum over his lap just as they turned the corner and went out of his view. As the cum shot out over his trousers he panted "Cindy! I love you Cindy!"

He tried to clean the cum from his trousers with tissues, and then reclined the seat and sank into sleep. He was awakened by a tapping at the window. Cindy was shining and satisfied. It was very early morning. He unlocked the doors and she got into the back seat.

"Are you OK?" Peter asked.

"Don't talk to me," Cindy said with scorn.

"Sorry Cindy, I just. . ."

"Don't talk to me!" she shouted at him ferociously, "and don't look at me." She slid to the seat immediately behind him, so that he could not see her in the rear view mirror. "If you talk to me, I tell Brian, then what you think he do?"

"Sorry Cindy, I. . ."

"I say don't talk to me! Are you so stupid?"

Tears trickled down Peter's cheeks as he drove, and she put in earphones and listened to music. As he neared her apartment, he asked "Cindy, will you come to work on Monday?"

"You talk to me again?" she said with menace.

Peter felt crushed. He had lost everything. This had all been for Cindy, and he had lost the small connection he'd had with her. He pulled over, and began to sob softly.

"I come to work on Monday. I like my job. I like our company. I only want do my job, live normal life. You don't bother me at work, or I quit."

Peter's face brightened, though he continued to shake with gentle sobs. "Thank you Cindy, thank you. I promise I won't bother you."

She slammed the door as she left the car. He watched her beautiful ass until it left his view, and then he drove himself home.

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