23
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Priscilla mouthed the word, “Sorry” at me as she slipped through the door, which Rupert shut behind her.
Daddy fell right into my hands.
Yes, the way he’d acted the last two weeks pissed me off.
It didn’t make me any less turned on by him.
He wouldn’t be able to resist me after brandishing my a*s, and unbeknownst to him, beneath this innocent-looking frock I wore nothing but crotchless panties.
I had every day since awaiting his return, in case he came home early.
For an ex-spy, Rupert wasn’t very clandestine.
Not for a minute did I believe he didn’t want me, nor for a second that we weren’t meant to be together.
Radical methods were required so he’d admit that.
Drastic measures like crotchless panties.
Placing my hands belligerently on my hips, I spat, “I’d say I’m sorr
