Provoking the Egyptian could lead to collateral damage from Griffin, and that’s not an option. I must behave as Griffin expects. I shall be a seductress, like Cleopatra. I rub my pussy in a circular motion. A temptress, like Jezebel. My thighs tingle as my orgasm races to the surface. I will be a femme fatale. My hips buck toward the ceiling, and my juices squirt against my fingers, soaking them. “Oh, Femi.” I close my eyes and inhale the scent on my soiled fingers. “Mmm…that was a good one,” I whisper to myself.
