I chuckled softly, watching Charlotte's tense back as she hastily retreated from the dining room.
"It seems Charlotte still hasn't fully recovered from last night," I remarked, turning my gaze to Delilah. "I think she needs more nutritious food to regain her strength."
Delilah nodded, her face showing genuine concern—or at least, a version of concern distorted by my influence. "Yes, sweetheart. I'll make something special for her."
As she said this, her soft hand slipped beneath the table. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned my pants. Her warm hand immediately found and grasped my shaft, which had been hard and tense for a while now.
She began rubbing it with attentive strokes, her palm moving against the sensitive skin, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, already slick with pre-cum. I let out a soft sigh, enjoying this discreet service while Gwenneth across from me pretended to read her tablet, though her ears were slightly red.
