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I WANT FRED

Barely two minutes after Sylvia left David’s room; she returned with a bottle of vodka and made her way to the table. She placed the bottle and drifted backward. There was a large glass on the table.

All David had to do was dismissed her but he didn’t utter a word. She was standing right in front of him, her head lowered. David couldn’t take his eyes off her elegant legs. They stood firm in her work maxi and he found himself imagining whether she had anything on. He would love to rip off her tong and bury his head in between her legs but he made a promise.

She was a fucking pompous maid whom he was not going to get himself entangled with.

Maybe his father was right; he needed to stop playing with his dick around and should probably start keeping the word commitment in his mind with his marriage at hand.

“You may leave. “He said after clearing his throat loudly.

Sylvia gave an approving nod and left the room wondering whether David was going to consume the entire bottle of vodka at on
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