“Hi, Dad.” I say, walking out of the room, with the phone stuck to my ear, “Can you hold on a second, I'm in the kitchen…”“Did something happen?” He asks, worried. It's unbelievable how he knows the timbre of my voice, how he's able to recognize my emotions by the way I pronounce words. It brings a warmth to my heart, to know that I'm loved in this way.“I just want to talk…” I say, walking past the group that was probably the one talking about me. I cast a gaze over them, and they flinched, realizing they had talked too loudly… but just snort and walk to Julian's office, which I know is still empty — it's the only place I can talk openly with my dad right now.Sitting down on the couch, I take a deep breath, “Okay… I'm in Julian's office.”“Is Julian there?” My father asks almost disinterestedly. “He's not here yet.” I stare at the floor, my cheeks taking on a rosy hue because my face is definitely burning. “He must be on his way.”“Got it…” He mutters, still sounding disinterested

Today, there were more tables available, so I took her as far away from the counter as I could. However, the moment we entered the establishment, I can already feel the Owner's eyes on me. It's a bit uncomfortable to call him in such a generic way, but there's nothing I can do, as I have lost the timing to ask his name.Grace and I sit down, and he comes over to us with a big smile. Somehow, he seems happy today. And when he stops beside our table, I see that his eyes are on me. Not alternating between us — it's on me.“Hi, Angelee, Club Sandwich again?” He asks with a playful smile on his lips.“Actually… I think I'll have something else…” I clear my throat, looking down at the menu, trying not to show my shyness at being the target of such a persistent stare. And maybe because I'm not used to things like this, my appetite is absolutely zeroed out…. “One Salad, please.”“And your friend?” Owner finally sets his eyes on Grace, allowing a breath to finally invade my lungs; I hadn't eve

I look at the dress Julian handed me earlier and asked me to wear at 8pm. He didn't give me any further instructions; he just told me to put it on. And now that I'm looking at it on my body, the way the cloth fits my curves perfectly and highlights my waist and hips, I see that he made a great choice. It's a shiny, black dress with a huge slit in the leg, which opens into a long skirt, almost touching the floor. The heart-shaped neckline makes my breasts shape up and attract attention.But what really matters is underneath it… the lingerie I bought especially for Julian is on my body, waiting to be seen again. And since Julian has created such high expectations for what's awaits me, I can't help but feel anxious, burning with desire to feel him again… Because since he made me cum in his office, he hasn't touched me even once.It's looks like three days without Julian's touch are extremely distressing.Now that I look in the mirror, with my heart beating desperately, anxiety bubbles in

Seeing that expression on Angelee makes me so hard it's painful. Who knew such an innocent little face could make such a slutty expression like that? It only increases my urge to tease her.“Punish?” She asks me with a trembling voice, but it doesn't fool me… I can see how she's waiting for it… She likes it when I'm rough. And I'm never tire of proving it… Especially when I hold a little harder on her neck, and she moans, smiling at me.Fuck.I push her on the bed by her neck, watching her smile widen even more.What the fuck is this?Swallowing a grunt, I just kiss her desperately again.Her kiss… it's so sweet… I'm completely hooked.I slip in between her legs, riding the dress up to her hips, but it's not enough. I pull it up sharply, and she raises her arms to help me get this pile of fabric off. I already knew she wanted to give me this pussy, but seeing how much she's looking forward to it makes me even more aroused.And when I look at her body… here is the lingerie she bought f

From the moment I saw that message, it's like everything around me passed by in slow motion. Julian came out of the shower, brought us breakfast… And we went back to the apartment. Each to his own.I didn't have the courage to say anything about it, and Julian didn't seem bothered by the message on the screen either… It seemed so natural, so unimportant. And maybe it is… But why do I feel so sad? It's like my chest is tight.I've been staring at the ceiling for hours. If I close my eyes, the scenes of our passionate night will return in my mind, and they have been disturbing me as much as Cathy's message. It was so good that it's dangerous. In fact, I have found that I have a taste for danger… for the adrenaline rush that Julian arouses in me.But the price for that feeling is strong as a punch in the stomach.I turn around, hugging my body, so cold without Julian's warmth.The loneliness of this apartment is simply suffocating.Ring — I hear a ringtone and get up abruptly, my heart b