I did, however, stop asking questions, and I took what he gave me until I was shaking with the need to let go. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my thighs and up my body to my lips. “Wear a skirt today. At eleven thirty, I’ll call you up to my office. Make sure no one sees you.” I growled in frustration as I nodded. “Yep. Comfortable skirt, eleven thirty.” He let me calm down before he helped me stand, and then I kissed him. “What panties should I wear, Sir?” “That part is up to you.” He kissed me again, holding my chin to keep me there until he was satisfied. “Start thinking about how my
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