“A filthy degenerate.”
“Her number is 555-6834,” I told the man. “I have nothing to apologize about. Big cock And you want to be rewarded.”
“Yes, Mistress Janet,” Alison groaned, so eager for it and hating herself all at the same time. “Mom?” Deidre shivered as her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alexis, opened the door of her office. Distantly, my front door crashed opened. She had fury crossing her face that then froze. It was easier than explaining dumb things about nanomachines and brain waves and all that technobabble. It was so hot in my car. Oh, that’s it. Have you been a slut?”
The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the computer monitor. Bianca had to be punished. She’s not happy we took away her dress.” Alison had a satisfied smirk on her face. The END Read 87588 times |
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