“What would you do,” Joseph said, still looming over me, “if you had your hands? Would you touch yourself, or her? Would you push her head down until she was licking your sweet pussy?” “Fuck,” Dominic groaned. His hand was on her shoulder, and the fingers clenched as if the visual had brought him much closer to coming than he expected. And Dominic’s hand was only a few inches from my breast. What would happen if he slipped and brushed me accidentally? What if he touched me purposefully? It was all so dangerous. “Wait.” I immediately wanted the word back. Payton’s startled expression turned to
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