Chapter 6 of Anna's Educational Journey
A turn of events for Nathan and a business suggestion for Anna
Written by Aoife
Thank you for tagging along as Anna discovers new things beyond her university courses. There's a moment when Anna ponders the absence of a heterosexual partner and it's only short-lived. Her cat is always by her side.
I owe massive thanks to LadyMichelle for her insights, affection, and partnership in this series. This series was written for and is dedicated to someone very special and loved.
I stepped out of my car and climbed in. I lowered my visor and put on my sunglasses. I glanced over at Angie, who was smiling ear to ear.
I heard a phone notification, a text alert, I peeked at the message preview. It was from Nathan, he was remorseful for his behavior. He was sorry for being harsh and rude. He wanted to see me that night. He told me he adored me and longed for me so much.
I exhaled deeply. Angie inquired if I was all right. I simply nodded and started the engine, commencing the drive back to campus.
I exited the highway and looked to my left, Angie was still asleep. She appeared so lovely, so serene. I wished the best for her, but was that precisely what I wanted for myself?
I parked the car in a space near her dorm entrance. I switched off the engine and laid my hand gently on her smooth thigh. I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear that we had arrived at her dormitory. I kissed her cheek as she awoke expressing how much I adored our time away. I assured her I'd miss her in bed.
As those words left my mouth, she smiled and turned her head toward me. She blinked a few times then closed her eyes and kissed me back. It was a tender kiss that instantly excited me. It was a tender kiss that took my breath away. It was a tender kiss that triggered thoughts in my mind and brought out feelings in my soul.
I brushed my fingers against her chest lightly and distanced myself from her kiss. "Dearest Angie, I need to study and have a pile of laundry." I smiled. "Some sexy woman soaked my panties with female fluids this past week and they need to be washed."
She giggled slightly. "Just don't wear any. That suits me."
She unbuckled her seatbelt and exited the car. I popped the trunk as she stepped out and shut her car door. Angie grabbed her possessions and approached my side: "I'll miss you in bed also," she whispered before exiting. She spun around and walked into her dorm building.
I watched her bottom sway the entire way. Sublime, simply scrumptious.
I was jolted out of my reverie when my phone rang. It was Nathan. "Hello." I said gruffly. He went on pleading and requesting another opportunity. He wanted to see me and cherished me. He sounded so sweet.
"Alright, okay! Calm down. See me Wednesday, I have no commitments. I'm busy tonight and tomorrow night. I'm returning home now and need to unload and do laundry." I hung up and restarted the car, driving home with a tinge of unease. I didn't know where this was headed.
I arrived home and sent Miss Liz and Miss Susan notifications, filling them in on the fantastic week off we had and that classes were commencing again; spring break had unfortunately concluded. I asked them to postpone any meetings with me tomorrow and Wednesday if possible, as I would be out for dinner with Linh and Mei, and tomorrow night with Nathan.
'Nathan?' Liz responded. 'I'm not a fan of you associating with him after how he mistreated you in the past. Proceed with caution.'
I got through my lectures on Monday. Monday night's dinner with Angie, Mei, and Linh was enjoyable. We consumed takeout and had a few drinks, but nothing excessive. We chatted primarily about the different clients and assignments we handled.
Linh was taken aback by how candid I was around them. Twice she glanced at my anklet. I asked if she would want one. She bowed her head and just blushed.
"We could book you a star tattoo if you like. Darla is an excellent artist. I want to visit her shortly."
I peered at Angie. "I want a distinct tattoo for us, possibly a rose on my left side. Something unique for us." I winked, and Angie blushed a deep red then agreed.
As the night was winding down and Linh and Mei had gone, Angie had summoned her ride service back to her dorms. I invited her over tomorrow.
"Hear me out, Nathan is coming by, I don't want to be with him alone and I don't trust myself. Could you come over? I don't want him staying with me."
My close friend agreeably stated she would come hang out with me, "I'll guard my girlfriend." She kissed me on the cheek before walking out since her rideshare had arrived.
***
At 6:00, Angie arrived at my house to assist with supper and generally unwind. Clad in her skimpy cut-offs, a more fitted top, and luckily she donned a bra. I wore my red high-waisted shorts. Why these with Nathan showing up perplexed me, yet I did choose them.
I finished making the pasta and placed the garlic bread into the oven. As Angie approached from behind me, she enveloped me in a hug. With a grin, she twirled me around and kissed me passionately, then breathed in my mouth.
My eyes widened in shock as Angie shared the marijuana with an unexpected lungful! I held my breath for as long as possible. She grinned a mischievous smile. I exhaled and chuckled.
"Slut!" I jokingly called. We headed outside onto my balcony overlooking a forest of trees where we'd have privacy.
Angie passed me the hand-rolled joint. I took a puff before turning back to her. We deepened our kiss while simultaneously tasting the joint as if to synchronize it.
The THC began to impact my nervous system, making me lightheaded and sensationally tingly. Holding her hand, I led her inside.
I hugged Angie and confessed, "I want to fuck you, my darling. I want to make you mine." I cupped her bottom and drew her to me. We kissed even more ardently, interjecting a shared hit from the hand-rolled joint.
We were interrupted by a knock at my door. "Damn, Nathan arrived early. I won't let him spoil my evening, sweetheart." I reassured her.
I approached the entrance, unlocked it, and welcomed him. Nathan brought a few grocery store sacks, which I presumed housed beer and placed them in the refrigerator.
"This is my friend, Angie," I casually introduced her. "Here's your beer," Nathan said while handing us each one as we settled into the living room.
After two beers, and as Nathan stood up for another, Angie ordered him to sit down while she went to use the restroom.
I sat back down, slurping the last of my first beer. I watched his eyes as Angie left. Turning to him, I warned, "Keep your hands to yourself, bud."
Nathan expressed surprise, backing off defensively.
I overheard Angie in the bathroom and quickly followed. There was the sound of the toilet flushing and water flowing. Angie emerged, taking Nathan's new beer.
"We can have dinner after your smoke," I suggested once they returned.
I had settled down a bit, though still nursing my first beer. As I watched Nathan's gaze fixate on Angie as she stood nearby, his eyes gleefully widened. He reached for a cigarette pack and extracted one.
"No, not in the apartment, on the deck, Nathan!" I chided.
He scowled and left for the balcony to smoke while I prepared our joint. We all sat out there together, luxuriating in each smoke-infused hit. The sense of comfort, ease, and joyful euphoria blanketed me as we conversed.
Nathan stood between Angie and me, his hand resting on my back, massaging the area. My heart accelerated, arousal gripping me. I leaned in to kiss his neck but noticed him caressing Angie's bottom. I glanced at her face; she seemed uneasy.
Infuriated by her nonchalance and his perceived disrespect, I jerked away from their touch and interrupted their connection, "How dare you! In my own house!" I berated him.
I thoroughly lost control, yanking him away from me, his hand leaving my body.
I whirled around and marched back into the house. Angie chased after me, I heard her apologizing. I heard her say she didn't mean anything. I stared at her with disappointment.
I walked straight towards the fridge and grasped his remaining beer. He was following me inside and was apologizing. I turned swiftly and handed him his beer, still cursing at him.
"Get out you vile creature. I told you, keep your hands off my friend you dirty scumbag?" I pointed my finger, accidentally poking him in the chest, pushing him back.
In that moment, my life transformed drastically, and I didn't realize how much this event would affect me.
"Out! Get the hell out of here..." I saw his hand move. I felt the sharp pain on my face as the sound of him slapping me echoed in my ears and in my head.
My legs buckled, and I felt dizzy, and the room seemed to spin as I fell to the ground. I heard Angie scream and cry. I heard Nathan curse, calling us both prostitutes and sluts.
Lying on the floor, I heard the door slam as the tears walled down my cheeks. I felt Angie hug me, her arms wrapped around me.
I felt my left eye beginning to swell. Angie helped me up and walked me to the couch. I heard her tear off a piece of fabric. Then I thought I heard Angie crying and talking to someone. My head and face ached, as the room spun.
I lay on the couch, unable to stop my sobs. "How dare that son of a bitch slap me?" I muttered.
Twenty minutes later, a firm knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts. "No! Don't." I yelled at Angie, but she didn't listen. I heard whispers and then felt someone's strong hands holding me. It was then I heard her voice. It was Miss Liz.
Miss Liz helped me up and led me to my bedroom. She set me on my bed, and Angie curled up behind me, holding me close. I heard Miss Liz speaking softly to Angie. She consoled me, helping me to calm down and stop crying.
Minutes later, Miss Susan appeared in the doorway. She crouched beside me. She whispered in my ear to take these aspirin and have a good night's sleep. I swallowed the two small pills she offered me. Angie whispered soothing words in my other ear. I was asleep in an instant.
***
Three Weeks Later
I parked my car in front of Miss Liz and Miss Susan's house. We had a text message, asking us to come for a conversation. I knew they wanted me to start working with clients again. I had turned down two requests this week. A bruise was still visible on my cheek. The blood had dissipated from the white of my eye.
I lowered my visor and looked in the small mirror. I felt Angie brush my thigh. I flipped the mirror and visor back up and reached for my large yellow lenses and brown framed sunglasses.
"You are beautiful and I know you are a powerful and incredible woman." Angie told me.
Angie and I exited the car and walked up the sidewalk. The door opened before we could knock. Liz stood there with a warm smile, welcoming us. She asked us to wait a moment and then locked and closed the door behind us.
She led us down the hallway and stopped at the stairs. "Let's go downstairs ladies. I have something to show you." She placed her finger on her lips, quieting us. We followed her down the steps, and as we reached the bottom, she opened a door, a pocket door.
I was stunned and slightly excited. Miss Liz slid the door to the right, which folded neatly into the wall. Liz's basement was not a basement at all, but a dungeon. A well-constructed, finished dungeon.
The walls were black. The one in front of Angie and me was lined with storage cabinets. On her left was a pegboard, which held a range of leather straps and three paddles.
Miss Liz turned and indicated we were supposed to be quiet. We stepped forward, and my mind raced, a smile on my face.
Nathan, there he was. He was bent over a table, blindfolded. I knew that face, the hair, the body.
His hands and arms were stretched before him. His wrists had leather straps around them, tied to the corners of the table. I could see he was gagged; he had a plug in his mouth.
Miss Susan stood behind Nathan, sporting a black leather bra that was fastened with three gold rings, one in the middle of her breasts and two around each of her nipples. His nipples were noticeably hard. Susan glanced at me and offered a small smile.
She approached Nathan's head and spoke softly, "Scoundrel, be aware that my guests have arrived. The three of them. If you wish to avoid Adam interfering as he did earlier this afternoon, I suggest that you remain quiet."
Nathan's head was pulled backward by her hair, forcing him to look at her. "Do you comprehend?"
Muffled through his gag, Nathan offered something in reply. Susan returned to her previous spot behind him and indicated for us to follow. Miss Liz walked over to a shelf and retrieved a pair of plastic gloves. After putting them on, she handed a pair to Susan.
Angie and I stopped next to Susan and stared at Nathan in alarm. His legs were spread like his arms and were also strapped down to the table legs. We could see that there was a gap in the table that allowed easy access to his genitals. Susan addressed us, "As you can observe, we're training this fellow and inflicting appropriate punishment on him. Recently, we've opened the table slot, providing us with a direct line to his manhood."
Moving her gloved hands to his buttocks, she parted them and revealed a small plug in his anus. She released him and patted his ass. "Initially, Adam, who's a well-endowed employee of ours, was quite merciless when he prepared his anus for me earlier," she said before leaning forward.
"But this heathen stopped crying after Adam extracted the plug and his cock fucked his mouth deeply." Susan leant closer, inquiring, "Didn't you relish Adam coming in your throat, scum? He made you his slave, didn't he?"
A moan could be heard from him. Susan then massaged his balls roughly in her hands. Nathan moaned loudly. It sounded like it was in discomfort.
"Stop crying scum or I'll leave the cock ring in and fuck you in front of our guests. If you're a good pet, I'll remove the cock ring and let you cum."
Miss Liz seemed to be giving the cue as she stepped up to the cabinet, pulled out a large dildo, and took off the gag from his mouth. The dildo was then forced into his mouth.
"Suck slimeball," she commanded. "Suck it as if you desire it and remember to beg for forgiveness. If you ever, ever touch a woman in this city again, I'll ensure that Adam and his bull friend take control of you, turning you into their perpetual slave."
I was astounded by the scene and the words I was hearing. Nathan was choking on a dildo, much larger than any I'd ever seen. As Miss Liz removed the toy and spoke, he began apologizing profusely for slapping her, touching her, and making her cry.
Nathan was bawling, pleading for Miss Susan and Miss Liz to let him go.
"Slut ... please ... I want to apologize," he offered tearfully.
Miss Liz glanced at Miss Susan, who shook her head, indicating no permission. Undeterred, I strode over to the side of the table and reached for a leather paddle. I squeezed the handle tightly. The adrenaline and rage coursed through my veins. I longed to scream at him, letting him know that I was there watching this.
Miss Liz glanced at me, her eyes wide, while Susan paused in her ramming of the dildo in and out of his ass. Susan stopped abruptly, pulling out the dildo from his anus. Angie wrapped her arms around my waist, attempting to pull me back.
I disregarded her efforts and with all my might, I conveyed my intentions by swinging the paddle violently against his backside. This was met by a loud scream. Even though the gag couldn't fully stifle his groans, they were barely audible. I took a third swing. I was consumed by fury, torment, a longing for revenge, and a deep longing for him to know I was there.
He screamed in agony.
In the heat of the moment, I dropped the paddle I was swinging and bolted up the stairs. I made it to the top and dashed into the sitting room, where I collapsed onto the couch, sobbing. With my cries, I shouted, "That son of a bitch deserves more than what he'll get! I loved him! I really, really loved him!"
I could feel Angie beside me, holding me in a warm embrace, and Miss Liz, wrapping her arms around me as well. I remained on the couch, still crying, repeating how much I had adored him.
"He's dead to me," I swore, knowing the pain but determined not to be hurt again by him.
Two weekends later, my phone rang on a Saturday afternoon. Miss Susan was on the line.
"Yes, Miss?"
She was asking how I was and whether I was prepared for a delivery. There was a special referral from the Vice Chancellor about a potential client - a female.
"Miss, I've been studying my ass off for finals. I'm doing great. They're weeks away and I'm in the clear. I'll go ahead and take the delivery." I confirmed and awaited the details.
"Wait a second. I do know which professor you're talking about. I'll send your text." Miss Susan said, chuckling. "After this one's done, why don't you pop over for a bit?" She suggested.
"Wonderful, Miss. Hopefully this one's at least without cream." I inquired.
Miss Susan and Miss Liz discussed keeping me away from male clients. The exception was the Senator, who paid between $9,000 and $15,000 for his likes. All I could think about was the money when he shoved his thick cock in my mouth.
I used to hurl every time I left his house, the nauseating taste of semen repelled me. Yet, with this particular kink, the thought of a hefty tip put a smile on my face. That dirty old bastard. I love making money.
My ENG 103 class - early American literature - was going great. I was doing amazing and the professor's voice sounded so familiar from somewhere in my past.
I was in the library on a Monday afternoon when my phone vibrated. I checked the message:
"A cup of tea, no cream, just a drop of honey. 500 Wilson Ave, Suite 1401, 5:00. Wear a skirt, a blouse, heels, no stockings, no nylons, bare legs, and keep your hair in a ponytail. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Miss." I replied.
"Come see us after you're done."
I arrived at the address at 4:55 pm and approached "The Martin Group - Networking, Marketing, and Social Needs Experts". The suite had two sets of floor-to-ceiling frosted glass walls on each side of the frosted double doors. At the desk was an Asian woman with black hair, high cheekbones, and minimal makeup wearing earphones.
"Welcome to The Martin Group. I am Mina. How can I help you?" Her voice was the sweetest music I'd heard since the symphonies my parents took me to. Her voice instantly made my heart race and my panties wet.
"Miss, I've got a delivery, a cup of tea with a drop of honey," I told her softly.
"You're early, please take a seat. When Miss Martin is ready, I will escort you into the office," she said and returned to what she was doing.
At 4:59 pm, I heard her speak, and I looked up at her. She was eyeing me.
"Yes, Miss. Of course, Miss. Miss knows more about me than I'd like." I replied, answering to 'Miss'.
Mina stood and motioned for me to follow her. "Remember three things: Miss offers you a chair, don't sit until she does. Answer her with 'Miss', and don't lie," she instructed as she led me out of her office.
We rounded the corner and stood before another set of floor-to-ceiling gray frosted doors. She pushed a small button on the wall. "The chime," she told me.
Mina opened the door and invited me in. She walked to the side of the big wooden desk at the center of the room. Behind the desk, the windows showed an impressive city landscape. She stepped toward the desk.
"Let's proceed," Mina said.
She walked towards me and took a seat as she initiated our appointment. I followed suit, aware of her higher position and the control she had. I watched as she continued and, strangely, felt my insides quiver with anticipation.
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Sitting in the chair behind the desk was one of the most beautiful women I've ever encountered.
Mina said, "Miss, I'd like you to meet Anna. She's here for your delivery." Mina then smiled and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
I waited quietly, watching Miss glance at the three computer screens on the desk. One on the right, two on the left. She started typing as she looked to her left. There was a brief pause in her typing.
"You're a first-year student studying Psychology since Nursing didn't pan out," she said, looking at me. Her eyes then shifted their focus to the computer screens.
"Yes, Miss," I responded timidly. I was concerned about what she knew about me.
"When you modeled for 'Miller,' I could see your potential immediately," she continued. "Then, when I attended a senator's meeting a few weeks ago, and the inebriated jerk spilled the beans about you," she continued, eyeing me curiously. "I needed to gather more information."
She paused, probably examining my reaction. I remained steadfast. I observed her eyes as they took in my entire form. She smiled and reclaimed her seat, returning her attention to the computer screens.
"I know why I'm cautious," she said, her voice trailing off. "I don't want to make any mistakes."
Miss got up from behind her desk. "What did Mina tell you on your way here? She asked, smiling.
"Miss, I'm not to sit until you take a seat, and I'm to call you 'Miss,'" I replied.
She smiled and advanced towards me. "Let's make something clear." Suddenly, her hand moved from her side, rising slowly. I stepped back in fear, covering my left cheek.
"Anna, don't worry, I won't harm you," she said soothingly.
I raised my head slightly, and she gently touched my shoulder. "Believe me, I won't."
Almost shyly, she approached, placed her finger on my lips, then kissed me lightly. Her hand moved to my shoulder as she broke the kiss.
I suddenly craved more. I inhaled deeply, experiencing a yearning.
As Miss stepped back from the kiss, her fingertips caressed my arms until they stopped, holding my hands.
"Liz is an old friend. She shared some information but not all of it," she said, taking a step back. "Would you like a glass of water or a cup of green tea?"
I nodded, practically whispering my agreement.
Miss set her hand on the phone and the door opened. Mina entered with three bottles of water and a glass of light Breen tea. This time, however, Mina was stark naked.
"Unlike in government, academia, or even at the modeling studio where you work, I have the power to facilitate various demands," she said, stepping towards me. "The clothing worn by my employees, their lack thereof, the words they use, and the role-playing we participate in are all dictated by me."
Step by step, she came closer to me. Her warm breath caressed my cheek. "I also have control over whom I hire and don't hire. Trust me, there will never be a male employee of mine."
She squeaked her fingers against my cheek again, and I felt inclined to stay still. "Liz knows what I enjoy" she informed me, then kissed my cheek.
"Did you notice that Mina wasn't wearing stockings when she walked you back here? She was also wearing three-inch heels, black… Her skirt reached her knees, and her blouse was left slightly unbuttoned, just like yours, Miss." I confirmed.
She smiled and spoke, "Mina, undress Anna and stand above her while she remains kneeling in front of me. I want her to demonstrate this despite the cityscape's viewing."
And that's what occurred. Mina stepped in my way and started unbuttoning my top gently. Despite being rather tall, almost eight inches taller than her five-foot-four frame, she managed to reach the highest button on my blouse.
Mina went around to the back and undid the button clasp of my skirt, drawing down the zipper. It dropped to the floor, and she put her hands on my hips, moving my panties down gradually.
Additionally, she removed my skirt and tossed it onto a chair behind her, alongside my pennies. The chair was on her right.
Mina stepped back in front of me, removing my blouse from my shoulders while leaving my bra in place. She placed my blouse on the back of the same chair, over the top of my panties and skirt. Next, she grasped me at the waist and steered me to the right, exposing me to the view of the city.
Mina then pushed down on my shoulders, causing me to crouch down, looking up as she moved in front of me. As I bent back on my calves, accommodating her, Mina stepped in front of me, opening her legs and positioning her hands in my hair. Her fingernails softly touched the base of my neck. She brought my face near her lower region and then breathed out.
I slowly breathed in, inhaling her fragrance. I moved my nose between her outer layers, pushing them apart. I extended my tongue and touched the base of her opening. I pressed it against her wall. I listened carefully for her cues, as Mina barely audibly exhaled.
I traced her name with my tongue while kissing her clit and spelled out my name. Regardless of this, there was very little reaction or noise from her. I continued to kiss her clit softly. I flicked at her clit and held it between my lips. My hands moved to her bottom, attempting to pull her closer.
She remained completely still.
I lower my hands to the bottom of her butt cheeks, raising them slightly to try and bring her closer. I slid my tongue down her outer lips, stopping to kiss her inner lips, her outer lips, and her inner thighs.
Still no reaction. I was starting to feel frustrated. Mina's hands stayed in my hair, firmly holding me in position. She didn't guide my head at all.
I attempted to move my face towards her legs, hoping to lick her. I wanted to try, I wouldn't fail.
I guided my pointed tongue into her passage while using my left hand to shift her leg so she'd be positioned above me. She opposed this. Fear of failure consumed me - I wouldn't be able to satisfy this woman.
I felt Miss's hands touch my shoulders, then her breath against my ear. She must have been kneeling behind me. I pressed on, licking Mina as best I could. I wanted her to climax for me. I craved her release. I needed this payoff.
"This is the power I possess as a woman," she whispered in my ear. "Cum, Mina, cum!"
I heard her moan and felt her pull my hair. Her legs trembled as she let out a squeal, "Thank you, Miss!"
I was rewarded. Mina erupted from her opening. First, her sweet nectar flowed out followed by a thinner, musky cream that coated my lips as I kept licking and lapping at her passage.
I was thrilled, astonished, and impressed with the amount of this woman's release. I needed more of her, demanded more of this incredible control.
I felt her release my hair, leaving it undisturbed. She adjusted her legs and feet, returning them to the floor. Her hands simply touched me. I was exhausted. Mina's breathing returned to a nearly normal state.
I heard Miss clear her throat. I looked towards her voice, spotting her fully clothed, standing by the window. "Mina, you are released to shower, dress, and rejoin with your paperwork."
I heard Mina respond. I remained stationary, unmoved. When the door closed, Miss turned to me. "Stand."
I stood. Miss walked over to me and took my hand, leading me to the left side of her desk. There on her computer screen, I saw myself in three distinct shots: from the door, as well as two side views. Miss had been recording.
Her hand slapped my bare bottom. I turned to face her. I lowered my gaze, questioningly asking, "Excuse me, miss, may I inquire as to why you recorded me without my permission?"
She smiled and caressed my buttocks. "Because I can," she simply answered.
She then sat down in her chair. "My loyal employees perform their duties as instructed. If you go ahead and ask Mina, she would have climaxed at least once, perhaps even twice while you were inside her. I must confess, I find this deeply impressive." She took a sip of her tea,
'It's the power women hold in corporate America,' she continued. 'You believe the government runs the country? I strongly question that. Women and figures like me are the ones who govern.'
'I control your pleasure, and with your signature on this contract, I will also control your actions.'
I was speechless, shocked by her audacity. I opened my mouth, attempting to voice my thoughts, but she stopped me with a raised finger.
"In the next few moments, Mina will come in here wearing a contract agreement for you," she informed me. 'You'll spend the summer here, working for me, learning from me, and serving me as well as my staff.'
The door chimed, signaling Mina's entrance.
'I would like you to join us this summer, and perhaps for summers to come,' she proclaimed.
"Miss, I'm sincerely humbled," I began. "I have my responsibilities with Miss Liz, my modelling career, and Miss Susan, and I struggle to find the time." She shook her head, cutting me off.
"And Angelina? You see, Anna, there's much you don't know about."
Rising from her chair, Miss said, "Take the folder Mina offers you and read it. Come back tomorrow to make your decision. If you fail to appear by 5 pm, your rejection will be accepted, and I'll need to find a replacement. I find it highly unlikely that you'll decline."
Then, turning to address Mina, "Dress her," she commanded from behind her desk.
Mina assisted me in getting dressed. She accompanied me to the exit. Before opening the door, she leaned in and softly whispered, "Please, come work here. It was the most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced." Mina pulled back, resuming her regular height and posture.
I got into my vehicle, began my car, selected my maps app, and proceeded towards my appointments with Miss Liz and Miss Susan.
Chapter Six Ends
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please share with me your ideas and reactions. You have my best wishes,
Aoife
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