For some reason, I stood up, my chair edging back a bit as my legs bumped it. “Remove your blouse.” My eyes flashed something but my fingers were working the buttons. XXX He brought the fingers to his lips, smelled deep, and licked the glistening fingers. My hands were already slipping the jacket from my shoulders and arms, though. He was like a modern-day Perry Mason, though few young attorneys might even know what the reference meant. He explained that he would never have started a venture like this one if she hadn’t agreed to follow him. You gave up control without giving that control to someone who would respect you and your needs. I have had my eye on you for quite some time. ———————————————————————
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