Chapter Eight
I sit at the café’s table with a cup of coffee in my hands, and I stare through the window at the people on the streets as they casually wander to and fro.
How the f**k did I get myself in this situation?
I watched my boss jack off, and then I ran away like a scared little girl after I’d been flirting with him and asking for satisfaction.
It’s just embarrassing. But in my defense, that d**k looked very angry, and I’m not quite sure I could have handled it anyway.
I get a vision of his face as he ejaculated, and my insides clench in appreciation. He’s so hot, it’s just ridiculous.
God, imagine f*****g him.
I get tingles to my toes and wiggle on my chair to try and relieve the pressure between my legs. I’ve been dripping wet since 1:00 a.m. this morning.
What I wouldn’
