My Girlfriend's Godmother and Her Secret Kinks
It made me extremely uncomfortable.
In my mind, after what just happened, Jenna Johnston—my girlfriend's godmother—was already mine.
This couldn't go on. I sent Ms. Johnston a message, attaching one of the photos I'd just taken of her collection. I typed out, "Come to the storage room now. I need to talk to you. Ignore those men, or I'll get jealous."
After sending it, I kept my eyes on her at the counter.
Sure enough, the moment Ms. Johnston saw the message, her expression changed. She quickly made an excuse to the customers, then hurried toward the storage room.
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