s in the staff room, wearing a tank top with my nipples poking aggressively out and listening to a bald man tell me all about the rules and how it's ok to let weird men spank my ass when they feel li

ng to call Char later because she really knows she shouldn't be calling me at this

and at that point, all I could do is nod yes because I would do anything the blue eyed man wanted. He nodded his head at me and he seem to have been saying something yet I couldn't exactly make it out. His lips was moving, oh his lips! Yet I couldn't make out what the plumply flesh was trying to say. Perhaps, if I took off my mask I could hear him properly. Before I could do that, I felt masculine hands on mine. Pulling me firmly yet softly to a discreet area of the club and had the doors closed. I could barely make out a grasp when he pulled my mask off and stirred at me intently before asking me "are you ok?". His words reminded me of my dad's. He always asked my mum.that question after taking a piece of her, and just like my mum, I nodded because I didn't know what else t

dden desires consumed my thoughts, overshadowing the mundane routines of my life. I do not regret helping Char out, I mean I did make more money than I do at my daycare center which is a lot. Char did offer to speak with Mr Tom to get me a job there, but with what happen

orts to bury my newfound desires beneath layers of normalcy, the memory of that electrifying encounter with the blue eyed god refused to fade. My firm hands pulling me, hi

har again with a shif, eager to lose myself once again in the intoxicating embrace of pleasure and uncertainty. I decided I was going to place a call to the stranger. I mean, if he did leave his contact card with me, then he really wan