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“Are you trying to seduce me?” He asked, patting my legs with his.
My heart thudded like it was trying to escape from my chest.
The soft fabrics of his trousers pressed into my skin, and his grip became firmer.
“I wasn’t trying to seduce, sir,” I said.
Yet, my body was aching more for his touch, I could already feel my pussylips swell.
Was I ovulating or was I just horny?
“Wearing this short skirt, after I’ve warned you,” Mr. Raphael said. “It says otherwise.”
I didn’t know if he was listening, or if he was just as horny as I was.
I felt his bulge pressing the curve of my ass, and his other hand scooped my breast.
I almost moaned, but something made me stifle it. Maybe fear.
Tony said Mr. Raphael fired his workers, and I didn’t know if he fired them after sleepi
