She walked out of Theodore's office on unsteady legs, just three minutes before official work hours began. The feeling of his touch still lingered in her memory — and that big, greedy, oversized manhood felt like it was still buried inside her the whole time.
She couldn't walk with her legs together as usual, feeling as if something of his was still inside her.
It was so embarrassing that she responded to the passionate advances of such a cunning man.
More passionate than a streetwalker...
"Your face is so red, Melissa. Are you feeling unwell?"
As soon as she sat down at her desk, a nosy colleague commented.
"Uh... just a slight headache."
"Wow, you were with Mr. Theodore for almost an hour, and you came out with a headache, huh, Melissa?"
Should she smile or keep a neutral express
