Which meant that he didn't see her shining face, all aglow with what she thought was mutual attraction. He ended with his face in my lap, across the stretched fabric of the skirt, his upper body actually hiding the rest of me from the audience. He looked at me, really looked at me. wet, lines down the shaft of him, until he was as wet from my mouth as he would have been between my legs.
Bad enough I could have pressed charges and won. The moment he'd tasted my blood he had been bound in a way that had nothing to do with sex, or love, or friendship. He was still office and business manager, but he was more like our agent than our boss. I looked into Truth's face, and his eyes were beginning to glaze, as his body went still.
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