Maybe I shouldn’t have done
it, but I sent Paul a text telling him just what happened after his “family emergency” made him miss our
lunch date.
He’s texted me back and
asked me to arrive at work at 8 o’clock Monday morning. He doesn’t want to sack
me. He wants me to leave my knickers at home and bend over his desk as he fucks
me up my arse.
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