Out of the corner of my eye, I see Margo under the desk. She’s staring at me, and her lips wrap around the toy again. My hand curls into a fist at my side, and I watch as she slowly works the silicone head into her pussy. “Jesus Christ.” “What?” “Nothing. I—nothing.” Margo grins. She drops her head back and starts to fuck herself, half the length of the toy disappearing inside her. “Just. Having a hard time remembering something.” “Are you having a stroke?” he asks. “You’re freaking me out.”
