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IVY
No matter how far as I went back into my limited memory bank of sexcapades, I couldn’t drum up a single instance where I’d been as excited as Rupert made me last night. I don’t know how on earth I fell asleep before he left.
Our boss, that is.
My daddy?
I might be shy, but I wasn’t anyone’s doormat. I didn’t identify as a little, but I loved being looked after and spoiled by our new employer.
“Hang on a sec!” I shouted and bounded to the front door, checking the peep hole where Gigi was insistently ringing the buzzer.
Yanking it open, I discovered her standing there dressed in one of the many outfits we’d bought. She and I took yet another shopping trip in town at a delightful store called “Spell on You” and today my friend wore an ankle-length skirt fashioned out of cream tu
