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My heart skipped a beat. My pussy clenched hard. With my cheeks blazing all over again, I looked at Mandy, half hoping she would refuse.
She had a naughty smile on her semen-coated face, though.
“I’d love to,” she said, then deftly removed the harness from my hips before slipping out the door of the conference room.
“Sir…” I said, uncertainly. “About…”
I swallowed hard.
“About…us…”
Stuart’s smile widened, and his eyebrows rose.
“I’d like there to be anus, Miss Mitropoulos. How about you?”
As I nodded, I couldn’t keep the little whimper of… of… ofeverythingfrom emerging.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”
The End