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Brene Brian thought, he will have no dislikes, as long as it is given by Sweet Pea Guun, he will be extremely precious. Sweet Pea Guun rarely gives gifts to others, asking some people the answers are diverse, he finally chose the most practical item - the massage chair. Sweet Pea Guun went online to find out that most office workers who sit in front of a computer for a long time will have waist and neck bone problems, he temporarily couldn't find out if Brene Brian had that disease, but Buying a regular massage chair can also relax a bit. Just when the assistant assistant sold this, Sweet Pea Guun directly ordered one, and delivered it to her home on Sunday afternoon.

“Nearly ten thousand likes. Hundreds of comments. All from a single post, mind you. A post that went live yesterday.” Rachel dropped into the guest chair like a queen who’d just conquered digital Rome. “And my comment. Don’t forget my comment.” She clasped her hands together dramatically. “‘Dr. Silver Fox 🦊 and Dr. Sexy Young Buck 🦌.’ Iconic.” I gave her a slow clap. “It’s already borderline viral. I just told Brian we need to get the clinic a TikTok account ASAP. If we ride this momentum right, we can funnel all that attention straight into appointments.”

"I want to hear the reasons, why you did not confront me about my identity. Well, I am just curious about all of your reasons. Just tell me, what is all on your minds." She made her way towards the room where the extra chairs are stored and brought five chairs from it. Lisha is such a strong woman, even having a slim build like that of Victoria's Secret model has. She separated the monobloc chairs from its stacking pile and made a circle of chairs from that pile. She sat on it and called Aaron to sit beside her.

It cast a warm glow across the walnut desk and tall black bookshelves that loomed behind it. I stood there for a moment, studying the high-backed leather chair. Then I pulled it out and sat down. No hesitation. The chair was soft. Supportive. Smelled like leather, paper dust, and some faint trace of Zach’s cologne that somehow lived in the air around it. It was… infuriating. Calming. But infuriating. I spun the chair slowly and looked around the room. Then I stretched out my right leg and propped it up on the desk. The cold surface of the walnut pressed against the sole of my bare foot. I extended it fully and stared at my toes, still clean from the beach.

A chair was brought out. It was a strange chair with a hole in the seat. "Strip," Aiden commanded. Julian took off his mesh top. He unzipped the leather pants and stepped out of them. He was naked except for his collar. The crowd whistled and cheered. "Sit," Aiden said. Julian sat in the chair. His legs were strapped to the legs of the chair. His hands were cuffed behind the back of the chair. The man from the booth brought out a large, industrial vibrator. He placed it under the hole in the seat. He turned it on.

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There weren't any visible brand labels, but the quality spoke for itself. "If you're blind, maybe stay home instead of embarrassing yourself." I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. I grabbed her arm and yanked her out of my seat. "I don't care whose secretary you are. Even if Mark shows up, this seat is still mine. Move!" She stumbled in her high heels and nearly fell. She glared at me angrily. "Wretch! How dare you do that to me?" I glare right back at her. "Watch your mouth, or don't blame me for what happens next."

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“What are these for?” “Think about it.” Cheryl suggested. Reese continued to watch the younger man with amusement as he continued to eat his apple. Wayne let the strap fall and he jumped back as if it had bitten him. “Is that…? Is that a sex chair?” Cheryl groaned as she buried her face in her hands, her dad simply chuckled as he finished his apple and tossed it into the trash can before using a wipe to clean his hands. “It’s not a sex chair. It’s simply an armchair.” He tossed the wipe into the trashcan also. “That we have sex in.”

Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity. I took one last look over. There was a wide space with nothing in it. I’ll eventually add a shelf full of sex toys, but for now, it’s empty, so Cherry can do her performance without getting hurt. I also brought a chair. A small wooden chair leaning up against the wall. Facing that empty spot. I sat on it, unbuttoned the first few buttons on my shirt, then rolled my sleeves. I’m nervous again. So damn nervous.