It seemed as if I had simply closed my eyes and a week had passed. I can't believe I'm going to have to go back to work. Travis hasn't had intimate intercourse with me in over a month. I've been intelligent enough to understand him for the last several weeks since I'm aware that he traveled overseas to rebuild their company; but, now that he's home, even if just look at me, he is unable to do so. When I was new, my body would be pleased with little more than a dildo; but, now that Travis is aware of my existence in his world, I believe it is necessary for me to use all of the sex toys I purchased because him not touching me— I don’t think I’ll cum. The things he performed to me in recent weeks, like as inserting two dildos into my pussy and inserting an anal beads, are still quite different when he's holding me, and I've attempted to replicate those actions.
I stroll right near to his door so that if he comes out, he would be able to see me. Every touch he made on my body made me miss him even more. I miss the sensation of his lips licking my nipple. With each penetration of him in my naughty pussy, I am reminded of how much I want him. Now that I think about it, I really want to masturbate; however, I did it a couple of times and didn't even cum or squirt. I'd want him to touch me once more. I'm getting a little wet just thinking about it. The stiffness of my nipple was a familiar sensory experience. I really want to get my hands on these.
"Ahhh!!! This is extremely irritating!" I couldn't stop myself from screaming. When the employee stared at me, I immediately shut my mouth. I peered through Travis's glass window once again, but I couldn't see anything since the folded curtain was drawn over the glass window pane.
If he can stand up not talking to me at the workplace, he'll most likely be unable to stand up to me while I'm at his home. Additionally, I see that he consistently arrives late at home, as if he did it on purpose to annoy me. If only his secretary and I were closer, I could ask her about Travis, but even if we were, her secretary could question why I'm asking about Travis despite the fact that our boss and I aren't that close—- in their eyes. And anyway, he is frequently here in the office, so I will leave him first and go directly to his house.
It didn't take long for everyone to return home, and as I had anticipated, he did not follow or precede us. His room is still illuminated by a single light bulb.
When I finally showed up at his place, he still did not have his vehicle parked. The last time I visited this place was last month, and it has not been followed by any visits since then. His maids were taken aback and seemed to be worried about the fact that I was now in Travis's home; I could sense their surprise and they couldn't look at me. Based on the assumption that I knew they weren't expecting me, I struck up a conversation with the lady who was cleaning the displays. Even at night, they continue to clean.
"Travis sent me. I'm heading to his room right now. Please don't bring this topic to him because I have seen that he is fatigued and I want him to go directly to his room to sleep." Because of what I said, her demeanor grew calm, and several maids were able to hear what I was saying. I smiled and moved away, noticing that something wasn't quite right with what they were doing today in comparison to how I usually saw them.
I expected to be waiting for him for a long time, but it was only an hour later that I heard his vehicle approaching. I snorted and glanced about for a spot to conceal myself. After seeing his cabinet, which I thought was a bit odd, I rushed over to it and immediately squeezed myself into it. I put my hand over my lips so he wouldn't hear me. Because the light was turned off, I knew he wouldn't see me immediately away. I was looking forward to seeing how he would react when he saw me.
Just as the door opened, I heard the delicate giggle of a woman and the kissing sound of two people. As a result of being in the cabinet, I am unable to view the side, but his cabinet has gaps in it, allowing me to see them while they are in bed. When the light switched on, I could hear the sound of the belt being adjusted and stilettos being thrown someplace. When I finally saw Travis' rear, it was as if an arrow had struck my heart. I wasn't mistaken; Travis was the one with someone else.
This is the reason why he no longer invites me to have sex with him.
However I'm not going to let myself walk out of this cupboard without having some fun of my own.