Brenda
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My knees buckled as soon as he shut the door behind me. My back crashed against the backrest of the chair, and I exhaled, threading out my lips.
My thighs still trembled from what he had done to me. What the f**k did I let happen? Did I really let Tommy finger me, in my office?
It should have been the other way around. I should have been the one having him begging and whimpering, crumbling beneath me. Not me whining and whimpering under his fingers like some incompetent fool.
My skin burning hot, I pressed my palms to my face as though I couldn’t afford the walls of my office to see me.
“i***t,” I muttered to myself.
My chest still heavy, I yanked the drawer open and snatched some tissue.
“Acting like some horny b***h that had never been touched by a man,” I grunted as
