He'd been unable to get the day off while she was visiting, so she was waiting in his home for him. What a day. Maybe they could go out to dinner later, but first he just wanted to get out of these work clothes and into something more comfortable.
He unlocked the door and expected to see her in the living room watching TV, but she wasn't there. The kitchen was empty and the doors to the bathrooms were open. That left the office and, more promisingly, the bedroom. As expected, the office was empty and the door to the bedroom was closed almost all the way. Grinning, he removed his tie and was about to, politely, knock. Before he did, her voice called out, sharply.
"Enter," she said authoritatively.
Enter? This was unlike her, but intriguing. Slowly, he opened the door and came in. When he saw her, she was dressed in a low-cut, drapey dress and golden necklaces, bangles, and arm bands. Normally not one for make-up, she had put on red lipstick and winged eyeliner. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, and a smile curled on her lips. He didn't know what was coming, but he knew it was going to be interesting - and if the growing state of his penis was right, fun.
"Ah, a new Hebrew slave come to serve his queen," she crowed.
He couldn't help it. He snorted in laughter. He had told her once that despite being Jewish, he'd cum on the Queen of Egypt's tits.
He wondered if she'd let him do just that, but it seemed unlikely when she snapped, "You dare laugh, slave? You should be bowing before your queen."
All right. He'd play along. Slowly, he descended to his knees, gazing up into her face. She smiled, stood, and sauntered up to him.
