Slave of your body

ious they must be, but wishing for me

intention of locking myself in and

xplanation that can justify what I did," I lie. Obviously, I cannot tel

an I control him and relax him at the same time? "Well, I'll forgive you if yo

sy scene... he's asking for an expl

everything that happened, I didn't mean to ignore you," I hea

doesn't leave, obviously, it's all

erything if you surprise me now," he sugge

ately. "May I ask what you

me what would happen if we both met

nation and I think it's

ught and passion. Like every workday, being a

was taken. I made eye contact with her, and I was hypnotized by the light red dress she was wearing. With a hug

iful imagination, the two of us. "She sat down and, after a tired sigh, placed her bag on her feet, while he couldn't stop staring at her legs. He

s eye, he didn't lose sight of her legs, especially with the sheer stockings disappe

led slightly with malice, which she liked because she had been under a lot of pressure lately. "Work pressure." That project she w

er seat and slowly opened her legs, lifting her dress a bit more, almost reaching the middle of her thighs. Sh

y, which annoyed her even more. She moved her left hand to the edge of her d

er lip after letting out a soft moan. And that was the signal for him.

is touches were torturing her. He nodded and used his index finger to push past a tiny entrance that was blocking his way. With a triumphant smile, he entered, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest a

he fluid she was losing. He didn't pretend to stop. The sound of the train, as it ran along the tracks, drowned out the sound of that beating in the water, that uncontrolled hurricane that he tried to calm with his hands and that he ended up taming when she con

up straight in his seat. She lowered her dress and

rs me, and suddenly my heart starts pounding so hard I want to run away and shout to the world that I can keep doing what I do. "But... I want you to promise me that you won't h

Noooo, I don't think so, because his way of thinking a

for under

call." This time he softens his voice and keeps it at the moment when I wake up, tomorrow at six in the morning, an

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he excuses

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hink for a few seconds, s

ake me to lunch with the intention of introducing me to one of her candidates. I guess she's anxious because I'm still single. Oh, I

erstand, and one of them is that I'm an adult and

the girl who works for me. However, the woman behind th

illiance, sensuality, and imagination she has for the clients. The domination of making men submissive is one of her attributes, that's what caught my attention, and I didn't hesitate to check it out. Although not everything is perfect, since yesterday, she drove me

owever, all that disappeared when I saw that girl. The one who knows about sexual games. Without