Alex shakes his head at Alice’s words, but doesn’t respond. A confrontation in public wouldn’t do anything but start rumors. “I’ll be having a talk with her father. Maybe it’ll finally do her some good.” He mutters as he leads Caitlin along. The party is starting to wind down, and a few guests have already left. Alex intends to hold out for a while longer though, especially now that his mistress was so visibly affected by the little device pressing against her. “You’re holding yourself together very well so far.” He whispers to her as they go deeper into a crowd. He laughs and joins in the conversations, playing the perfect gentleman for most of the night.
Caitlin begins getting a few remarks wondering if she’s okay though. Her fingers are digging into Alex’s arm even more, and he starts to wonder if she would even be able to speak should he give her permission. It looked as though she was barely holding back a moan as it were. Deciding that enough is enough, he finally excuses them from the party. “I think we should call it a night sweetheart.” He tells her as he leads her back to the front. The limo pulls up to meet them, the driver holding the door open. Once they’re inside and driving away, Alex is on her. He presses a button, raising the divider and cutting them off from the man in front. Alex has his hand between Caitlin’s legs again, kissing her neck as he turns the dial one more time.
Caitlin begins getting a few remarks wondering if she’s okay though. Her fingers are digging into Alex’s arm even more, and he starts to wonder if she would even be able to speak should he give her permission. It looked as though she was barely holding back a moan as it were. Deciding that enough is enough, he finally excuses them from the party. “I think we should call it a night sweetheart.” He tells her as he leads her back to the front. The limo pulls up to meet them, the driver holding the door open. Once they’re inside and driving away, Alex is on her. He presses a button, raising the divider and cutting them off from the man in front. Alex has his hand between Caitlin’s legs again, kissing her neck as he turns the dial one more time.