Cason wiped his fingers on his napkin before running them along Vince’s cheek just under the blindfold. “Six-thirty okay?” Vince’s voice was breathy. XXNX Everyone else had gotten up when the music started. “No, I understand. Stand back and let me work my magic so we can get you on your throne on time tonight.” Vince was soon up on a stepstool with half his body inside the engine of the old, dinged up van in Migg’s driveway. Bending over his shoulder, Cason ran his nose along his shirt to his neck. He found a few rough spots with this fingertips and set about smoothing them. The bratty man would’ve found himself gagged and shoved into a closet in about two minutes if Cason tried to be his Dom.
