Joanna Lawrence protested, the embarrassment of the earlier call was already overwhelming. She shook her head defiantly, her face flushed. "No, I've called out once already."
Ashton Heath lied, "Your voice was too faint, I didn't hear."
In fact, her voice had been quite soft.
However, he had heard it loud and clear.
Such a delicate and dulcet voice, like a small kitten's mew, was tempting enough.
Ashton Heath lied again, "Your voice was too faint, I didn't hear."
He pondered, if during such times, she would tenderly call him the same way, he reckons he might lose his mind.
A complete loss of control.
"Baby, be a good girl and call it out again." The man pressed his hot, sexy, thin lips to her ear and spoke in a sultry, deep voice, "Call it again, I'll play the game for you and let you win every time. Sounds good?"