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He entered her shop, already hard. Violation one. Giving her a quick glance over to ensure her eyes were properly trained, he proceeded to eye the merchandise that DIDN’T have a pulse, giving time to collect himself.
Oh how he wanted her. He could almost *taste* her subby cuntflesh. Those gorgeous melons, those soft, inviting lips...the nether regions that would NOT escape unscathed. If she could read his mind, her legs would part involuntarily, to spite his seeming to ignore her.
Ignore her. As if he could. Q is, what was she thinking? Does she think he's toying with her by 'fingering' the faux vaginas, the tubes of lube, and anything else in his line of sight?
What she's thinking doesn't matter. She's HIS, and will do what he wills.
'Come,' he said, gesturing for her to follow him to her back room. 'But lock the door and put up the 'do not disturb' sign first.'
'Have you prepared?' he asked, as she followed him inside and closes the door.
'Yes, Master - everything you asked for is ready.'
'Good. Then you know exactly what to do.'
'Yes, Sir.'
He was pleased to see the array of toys she'd laid out on her office desk. It looked like she'd remembered everything. And she already had the blindfold on by the time he looked up at her.
'One.'
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous buds atop pimpled areolas. Delicious.
'Two.'
Reaching down, she pulled the hem of her dress above her tum, exposing legs that traveled toward her cooze.
'Three.'
Turning around, she slipped out of the dress and put her hands behind her back. He picked up the pair of cuffs from the table and clasped them around her wrists.
'Four,' he said, grasping her wrists so she wouldn't topple. Onto her knees she went, the ringlets of her hair cascading around the front of her shoulders.
'Beautiful,' he sighed, removing his shirt and unzipping his jeans. Let the next violation begin.
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He entered her shop, already hard. Violation one. Giving her a quick glance over to ensure her eyes were properly trained, he proceeded to eye the merchandise that DIDN’T have a pulse, giving time to collect himself.
Oh how he wanted her. He could almost *taste* her subby cuntflesh. Those gorgeous melons, those soft, inviting lips...the nether regions that would NOT escape unscathed. If she could read his mind, her legs would part involuntarily, to spite his seeming to ignore her.
Ignore her. As if he could. Q is, what was she thinking? Does she think he's toying with her by 'fingering' the faux vaginas, the tubes of lube, and anything else in his line of sight?
What she's thinking doesn't matter. She's HIS, and will do what he wills.
'Come,' he said, gesturing for her to follow him to her back room. 'But lock the door and put up the 'do not disturb' sign first.'
'Have you prepared?' he asked, as she followed him inside and closes the door.
'Yes, Master - everything you asked for is ready.'
'Good. Then you know exactly what to do.'
'Yes, Sir.'
He was pleased to see the array of toys she'd laid out on her office desk. It looked like she'd remembered everything. And she already had the blindfold on by the time he looked up at her.
'One.'
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous buds atop pimpled areolas. Delicious.
'Two.'
Reaching down, she pulled the hem of her dress above her tum, exposing legs that traveled toward her cooze.
'Three.'
Turning around, she slipped out of the dress and put her hands behind her back. He picked up the pair of cuffs from the table and clasped them around her wrists.
'Four,' he said, grasping her wrists so she wouldn't topple. Onto her knees she went, the ringlets of her hair cascading around the front of her shoulders.
'Beautiful,' he sighed, removing his shirt and unzipping his jeans. Let the next violation begin.
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