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She slammed her hands on the table and leaned closer to me. "Si cagna! Avrò il tuo lavoro!" Maria screamed. "Quanto di una cagna si pensi che sono io quando ho perdite non solo quelle foto, ma il video porno di voi e Oliver Fartham." I spat. The whole room went completely quiet. Maria looked at me with horror written all over her face. She sat back down and stared at me. "Tu e io sappiamo che non sei incinta. Let's just let this go before it escalates higher than it needs to." I said. Maria slowly turned towards Norman.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

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The other woman bounced on his cock until both of them climaxed in unison, squirting juices that splattered his ripped abs and ran down his thighs as they begged for his cum. I was stunned. If this was the same man who was my father’s assistant, then he lived a double life. Demure assistant by day, cum-spewing p**n god by night. My pussy throbbed at the thought. I stripped completely, spreading my legs wide on the bed and shoved three eager fingers into my throbbing snatch, curling them against my G-spot while I placed my thick vibrator against my clit. The video played on loop. I panted after the way his body owned those women and the power in every thrust. I came explosively, squirting acr

“You will find out soon, babe. Where are your toys? I know you pleasured yourself earlier today but I want to again.” He brought the vibrator out and I could see his eyes turn red. He went down on my pussy, turned on the vibrator, put it on my clit, and then pushed two of his fingers into my pussy, and I screamed. He stood up, pushed the bed covers into my mouth and I knew I was in for it. I couldn't defend myself because I was tied up in every possible way. He went down on his knees again and looked up at me. “Now be a good girl, while I worship you, bitch.”

And the little hickey's on the assistant's neck and chest. Not only was he disgusted at his lack of professionalism but also her lowering her standards for such a pathetic man, who was known to be a man who played with women on a daily, a womaniser. "You sure I wasn't disturibing?" He asks again when the assistant was out. "Not at all," he says sitting up. "Look Mr Bianchi, I can't tell you how to run your company, but mixing business and pleasure is never good," he says. He does not reply but fixes up his tie and clears his throat. "So shall we get down to business."

I snarled at her. (Translation: Fuck off bitch before I shoot you between your fake tits.) She scooted away from me on the floor and I walked past her storming ahead of that place. I saw so many rooms here where people were going in and out with sex toys in their hands. I know this place they shoot BDSM videos and pornography here to upload them on different sites. The tension in my head increased more.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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