Cooking

Jennifer crawled out of bed and pulled down her thin night shift before he noticed her crying, and pulled on her informal uniform. She could feel Mike gaze boring into her back, so she dressed quickly, hoping to be free of him as soon as possible.

She stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, pausing for a few moments as she held onto the handle. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, in an attempt to calm herself down.

She began to feel sorrow as she realized how easy he had made her admit to desiring him.

Jennifer spent some time in the bathroom and came out later to see meet and empty room. Mike had retired back to his room. He had remembered he had something to work on.

Jennifer felt happy and sat on the bed. The thought of Mikes dick couldn't leave her mind. She really desired him. "Jennifer what the hell is wrong with you." She kept asking herself. She's not supposed to feel that way, not for a man who is making her life a miserable one.

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The next day, Mike called hi