The saleswoman finished packing their purchases with a knowing smile, her eyes lingering on the large dildo. She knew what they had in mind, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She wished she could be the one to feel the sting of the leather against her skin, to be the one to scream his name in ecstasy. But she was just a cog in the machine of their desires, a facilitator for their dark dance of power and submission.
Don took the bags from her. He paid in cash, the bills fluttering from his hand like the wings of a dark angel, a silent testament to his wealth and the depth of his desires. The saleswoman's eyes widened at the sight of the money, her mind racing with the thoughts of what she could do with such a sum. But she knew better than to ask for more than she was giv
