You Shouldn't Ought To

Do you think of me when you shouldn't ought to?

Does the grey haired man in the meeting room know that you're a thousand miles away - head between my breasts, mouth roving from one hard nipple to the next, sucking gasps from me as he fills your head with statistics and makes his pitch?

So do you? Do you think of me when you shouldn't ought to?

And pretty Ms Whatshername in reception, does she guess that the sight of the skin at her collar makes you remember how firmly your hand, at my insistence, held my throat when we fucked? And how her tight ponytail makes you think of your fingers in my hair while your cock filled my mouth?

So do you? Do you think of me when you shouldn't ought to?

And what about now? Just when you should be getting ready for work, turning your thoughts to plans for the day, to your calendar, to your diary - does your To Do list include fucking me into next week?