And then he’s removing his hand and wiping it down my thigh in a move that’s demeaning and arousing in equal measure and muttering so fucking wet as he gets to his feet. I look up, and every ounce of praise and admiration and need I could want to see on a man’s face is reflected there in his eyes. ‘I want to suck your dick,’ I blurt out before he can move, and he makes a face like he’s in pain before shaking his head. ‘Next time,’ he tells me. He pushes his chair back and makes for the side door to the loos. He looks back at me. ‘But I’m going to fucking bid for you on Slave Night, and that’s
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