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I clapped my hand over my mouth. This was not the ladies’ bathroom. I didn’t know where I was, but I stood there, glued to the place where I had landed when I entered the room. When I looked around I could see that it was an office, but one that clearly belonged to a man who had certain tastes. It contained what looked like a fainting couch on one side of the room, the throne where the collared girl was seated, and a massive mahogany desk in the center of the room. There appeared to be windows, but they were drawn and what little light might have still been left outside was snuffed out before it could enter the room.
He was slurping at her p***y, drinking every drop of her. As much as I knew I needed to turn around and get out of this office before the two of them realized they had an
