David was the first to move, followed by James. They both came and placed their hands on me. Their hands were gentle, but they didn't hesitate for a bit. One of them took hold of my left hand, while the other took hold of my right. They lifted me up, and I let them, without any protest, since this was what I wanted. My legs buckle beneath them both, but they held firm, guiding me all the way across the room like I weighed nothing. They brought me to the ottoman that sat in front of the wide coach; it was made of black leather, low to the ground, and padded just enough to be comfortable, though it was ordinary. But I know, Pedro has chosen this ottoman for this exact purpose. David lowered me first, while James followed. I adjusted my body until I was sitting with my knees bent and legs parted. I was shocked when I saw Mark appear with a thick pillow as he tucked it behind my lower back. Like fuck all these dudes are fucking serious. His touch was gentle though he didn't ev
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