Jones chuckled, but there was a certain breathless quality to that sound. “No suppressants,” he murmured. “I-I won’t,” Caulin squeaked. Oh, gods. “Good boy.” Caulin whimpered, hiding his face in the many folds of his dress. “Oh, gods.” “Maybe you should go there and let him screw you now,” Emmy said with a grin. “And take some of your stuff with you.” “Your stuff?” Jones asked. “Um, I’ll explain later.” “All right. I do wish I have time to chat, but I’m in the middle of recording my next video,” Jones said softly. “It’s about gravitational lensing.” Where scientists used the light-bending
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