"Aron's point of view,"The sight of her stunning beauty greeted me the following morning when I woke up. How soundly she is dozing off! My junior is eager to reacquaint herself with the sensation of her tight pussy, but I avoided disturbing her sound sleep by quietly emerging from her bed. As I stood under the shower, a smile crept onto my lips as I recalled her amusing remarks from last night. She is a very humorous woman. Her sexual humor is hilarious. I've never seen such a humorous woman in my life. I've had a lot of sexual relationships in the past, but the women were never concerned about my tasteless fluids because they were too preoccupied with gratifying their lust. My junior was eager to feel her tongue, but after observing her condition, I restrained myself. I've never been able to restrain my desires, so I'm not sure why I'm worried about Sara. Maybe it's because my junior is so dependent on her pussy that I don't want to go against her will, but when she refused to c
"Sara's point of view,""I think those clothes will be perfect for you, Miss Grace."He was laughing over the phone. How could he possibly give me this type of dress? Does he see a bear in me? I took a deep breath out to try to calm down, but when I saw the bear dress in front of me, I lost control of my rage. What does he think of himself? "Alright, I got you another package with a different dress in it, so if you're not satisfied with this one, you can just look at the other one." To find out what was inside the second box, I opened it. "Aron, how dare you?" I peered at the panty and red-laced bra. My face heated as I imagined myself in seductive lingerie. Looking back on the time when his piercing stare made my stomach turn with nerves. "So, Miss Grace, do you like this dress, haha?" As if he were watching me from concealed cameras, I covered my face with my palm to conceal the flush that came with seeing that lingerie. "Shy woman." He grinned over the phone. "Aron, I don
"Aron's point of view,"Oh, this woman. I'm not sure what spell she cast on me that I can't break free from her thoughts. I have no idea how much time I spent conversing with her. Our phone conversation entertained me so much that I completely forgot I was in my office and had work to do. I checked the duration of the call by looking at my phone. Oh my god, I spoke with her for three hours. How could this even be possible? I haven't talked to anyone over the phone for a long time. For a whole three hours, I skipped out on any kind of business meeting. A grin appeared on my face as I recalled our talk. Every time I broached the topic of sex with her, she always responded with a shocked expression. Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond
"Sara's point of view,""What happened to you, Sara?"He looked at me, removing my palm from my face. "I don't want to talk to you."Fleeing to the restroom, I yanked his hand. I have no idea why, but I felt like crying uncontrollably. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to hold back my tears, but I'm afraid he'll tease me if I do. Before now, I had never tasted or even sipped whisky. He made me gulp down the whisky, even though I wanted to say no to him. In reality, it tastes bitter. I drank whisky, and now my head is spinning. Now I want to throw up. "Why are you crying?" He followed me into the restroom. "My dad mistreated me horribly. You know, when I was a child, he abandoned me and my mother."I wanted to kick him out of the restroom because I didn't want to show him my vulnerable side, and I wanted to vomit peacefully, but I struggled to maintain my body weight. I felt secure in his arms as he led me to the sink. Closing my eyes, I threw up the entire whisky. His
"Aron's point of view,""Aron, you did very wrong with me. Why did you make me drink whisky? Now I can't control myself."She put her lips on mine in a whisper. "That's what I want, Sara. I want to make you lose control."I squeezed her neck and gave her a tender kiss to stop her crying. Even though she told me she enjoyed my tender touch, her passionate kiss caught me off guard. What had suddenly happened to her? I had the impression that she was controlling me throughout this kiss. She was passionately embracing my lips as if this kiss were vital to her very existence. I was preoccupied with her kiss and failed to notice that she had unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers ran over my torso, causing electricity to surge through my body. I had planned to fuck her in the playroom, but when I saw her inebriated, I dropped the plan. She repeatedly sobbed in front of me and begged me to release her. Something prickled in my chest today, though, as I saw her eyes well up with tears. Her p
"Sara's point of view,""Sara, good morning." Upon opening my eyes, I noticed his wide smile. What's wrong with him? Why does he look so happy in the morning? I glanced at him, incredulous. His feet were warm against my thigh. I felt his hand on my waist. What is happening? Where are my clothes? According to my memory, I wore beer pajamas. No, don't tell me he ripped my pajamas too. I looked down to see. Red lingerie?Seeing myself in a red bra and panties made my face flush. How can I sleep with him in only this? What happened between us last night? I tried to remember. How could I have done this? What will he think of me now? "Can we do it again, Sara?" The look on his cheeky face tells me he's mocking me about last night. "Don't think about it." Before he could reach for my vagina, I held his hand in the air. "Don't forget that you made me kiss your pussy last night," he spoke softly in my ear. Why can't I keep myself in check? I've got to put up with this monste
"Aron's point of view,""Selena, did you send the advance salary to the account I instructed you to credit?" When I got some free time after work, my thoughts always returned to Sara. My day was so hectic that I forgot to think of her. "Yes, Mr. Finge, the accounting department has credited the salary." Looking at me, she grinned. "Mr. Finge, is there anything else you need?" She cast a hopeful glance at me. "No, please leave; I don't want anything." I dashed her hopes of satisfying the sensual cravings that were developing in her eyes. Why hadn't Sara asked me what I wanted? Why is she always in the mood to fight with me? A smile appeared on my face as my thoughts returned to the events from the previous night. It was worthwhile to pursue my idea. I was better off drinking her whisky, but I was also drawn to her vulnerable side. For some reason, I felt an overwhelming need to care for her. I behaved differently when I was around her. I don't know why I can't treat her the sam
"Sara's point of view,"Oh crap, it's already too late. He has returned home. What should I say to him now? Is he going to ask him where I have been? I glanced at the screen on my phone. I saw that he had sent four texts and missed twelve calls. Oh God, please protect me from this man's fury. I didn't want him to see his angry side. I pleaded with God before taking the cab to Finge Mansion. I spent the entire time mentally formulating an excuse to tell him. But wait, why do I have to lie to him? I visited my mother in the hospital, so I don't think I have anything to conceal. After all, he can not prevent me from seeing my mother. And what, exactly, is my fault? He didn't have time to listen to me in the morning. Before leaving his residence, I called his office number five times, but he didn't answer. Upon my fifth attempt to reach his office, his assistant answered and informed me that Mr. Finge was now extremely busy and unable to speak to anyone. I could infer from her a