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At first, it was just work; I liked him; it was nothing to feel guilty of. Or was it?

Then, it was meeting him at a coffee shop, attending a concert together, the exhibition of a new artist, the premiere of a film. It was still okay.

Not very long afterward, it was an entire business trip, drinks at the hotel bar, dinners together, a dancing club, kisses, but separate rooms, no sex. No hardline had been crossed yet. At least I wanted to think it wasn't.

Last, the first time we had sex. Neither him nor I had a condom. The very same day I guided your head down to get you to lick my pussy. You didn't find it unusual; you had done it before. In my mind, I wanted you to be second after him, to submit to him.

The “Yes Game”!! My favorite… she asks me questions on what she can do and “if” I say ‘YES’ she keeps stroking my cock… until!💦💦