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“You found the fridge on your own. My heart lodged in my throat at the thought of never seeing her again. “And you please me. My eyes flickered open, just in time to see a glob of spittle clinging tremorously to the head of my cock. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She deftly cracked an egg on the flat tabletop and plopped it onto my bowl of rice. I showered quickly, shaved, then splashed on a little Halston Catalyst. Room by room I searched. But I have been here for twelve hours now. “What else?”
“The remainder of my fee, of course.” She stooped over to retrieve her yukata and obi from the floor. The geyser welled up in my gut. “What else?”
“The remainder of my fee, of course.” She stooped over to retrieve her yukata and obi from the floor.
