"Pull it out and suck it."
Max's voice sounded detached and cold. Gazing into her eyes, Sloane seemed to hesitate, but only for a split second before going down on her knees.
Perhaps she hoped that the Provost would object in order to protect her esteem.
But the reality was clear, the Provost watched with cold interest, her eyes bland of emotions.
Slowly raising her hands to express her resistance to the act, Sloane lightly bit her lips then slipped her fingers under the band of Max's inner wear and pulled it down.
"Ah"
A light yelp of fright escaped her lips the next moment, barely escaping the monstrosity that was set free from smacking her chin as it soared.
Sloane felt a wave of heat flashed her face as Max's mighty rod impaled itself in the air, right before her eyes.
A breathtaking silence befell the atmosphere.
Unseen, the inner pupils of the Provost eyes constricted slightly at this sight. Whilst her expression remained unmoved.
