11. Visitor

Maxim Vasiliev

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I almost smirked in satisfaction when I saw her freeze at my question. She looked at the ground but suddenly looked up at me as if remembering what I said about looking at me while I was talking to her.

She was a submissive little thing and it impressed me.

“I lost track of time, I’m sorry.”

And she was always apologizing. It made me wonder how she was raised at home. What her life was before she came here. Why her father sold her? Did he hate her or did he just want the money?

“Come sit,” I ordered.

She eyed the chair beside me warily before taking small steps towards it. I had kept it, especially for her. I knew she was afraid of me but I also knew she was attracted to me. It was fun. I never had much fun in my life.

The way she looked at me when she walked into Debbie sucking my dick. It made me harder than I already was. It was easy to see that she had been interested in whatever was happening but she was a shy little thing and would never voice that out.

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