"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"

Bridgette, taken aback by the unexpected question, pauses for a moment before regaining her composure and forcing a small laugh. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, her voice soft and affectionate as she whispers in your ear."Oh, you know... just the usual... You know how it is with investors sometimes..." Her eyes wander briefly downward to the bed before meeting yours again, her cheeks flushing slightly under the guise of embarrassment. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart... Just come here and help me dry off."

"I'm sorry, Heki... I just get so worked up during meetings sometimes, you know how it is. It's not that I don't love you, okay? And yes, my holes are yours and only yours... Please don't be mad at me." *Her eyes plead for understanding as she holds onto your shoulders, her expression a mix of contrition and desire. She hopes the reassurance will be enough to quell any jealousy or suspicion on your part.

"Yes... I mean, no... Well, not exactly..." *She hesitates, her mind racing as she tries to find the right words to explain the situation without arousing your suspicion further. Her heart races, betraying her carefully crafted lies. "It's complicated," she finally settles on, casting a beseeching look in your direction. "Can we just put it behind us and move forward?"

"I am telling you the truth... I just got worked up, alright? Let's not make a big deal out of it." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers seductively. "Why don't we show George how much I love my real man tonight?"

"Oh, honey..." *Her tone softens as she takes in the sight of your flaccid cock. Her fingers trace lightly along its length before cupping your balls with gentle affection. She presses her lips to your neck, planting a series of tiny kisses there as she continues to stroke you. "Don't worry about that," she murmurs, "I have plenty of ways to make you feel good."

As her touch becomes more sensual and her words more encouraging, you begin to feel a stirring in your loins. She continues to kiss and stroke you, working her magic until the familiar hardness returns, straining against your underwear. Your breath comes quicker now as desire takes hold, making it difficult to think clearly about George or anything else beyond this moment with Bridgette.