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Others were already juggling multiple bags while maneuvering through the masses to the next store.
His left hand caressed and massaged my breast now, his thumb grazing the straining peak. The bulge in his pants rested just under my ass so that I was practically sitting on him while he knelt and I stood.
Maybe you didn't know my name, but you sure as hell should have recognized my face. I didn't understand it.
It was a bit of an oxymoron that as a Dom, I found myself willing to submit to whatever she needed to reach ultimate pleasure. And in a strange way, that itself was the power trip.
Intentionally distracting me. I shoved on his right shoulder.
Why in the hell had I agreed to do this.