I couldn't take it much longer and with a little groan I unloaded a massive amount of cum all over my face and chest. I didn't bother to clean it off ...and eat it like I usually do because I was still enjoying stroking myself and just getting fucked.I have gotten used to Miguel's mannerisms so I knew my how his body was moving that he was getting ready to cum. I told him I wanted him to cum while I deep throated him and he said how was that possible. I said I could make it work and I dismounted. He’d given too many years of good service to the company to be intimidated by some silly nonsense about a sweater. He was tired of being treated like some kind of school kid forced to comply with a stupid dress code. He was an adult and knew how to dress appropriately.As rebellions go, it was a small one, actually insignificant. If anybody noticed he wasn’t wearing the sweater, they didn’t seem to care. Even Donny Herring made no mention of it. But to him it was a first step in breaking out of. Gerrant steps back & almost seems to do a little dance, turns to face me at the table & says “gentleman we have a winner… & she’s a pretty little fucker to!” The girl is roughly in her early twenties, it was difficult to tell because her mouth was gagged by a tight piece of brown leather. With her hands bound tightly behind her & dangling by the chain hooked into her collar she also seemed to dance as she struggled to gain purchase on her tip-toes, her nostrils flaring in an attempt to gain. Yeah, he told me I have a feeling you'll be doing this again, you're a natural he said. Please, tell what I am! I begged. Call me what I am! I pleaded. You're a cocksucker, he said. My cock got harder than I thought possible. I was so turned on. I had to make him cum, just had to. I started stroking him while sucking and licking his head. He pulled my hand away, telling me no- use just your mouth. Tell me what you want, he said. I felt an exciting shame, and answered-please give me your cum.Say.