for me to speak. “I don’t understand that. The gifts are just a what, a ‘thank you’ for being my good little bitch for six weeks, but there is no need for you here anymore,” I mocked him. His lips spread across his face before he leaned in. “You’re very very lucky that my signature is not in this manual, or you’d be across my fucking knees getting your ass whooped. Don’t you ever in your fucking life speak to me like that. Do you understand me?” Suddenly my throat went dry and I couldn’t croak a word out. My face was hot, but my pussy was even hotter. “I asked you a question,” he growled.
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