Fitzwilliam had to cut his thoughts short, as Thomson had abruptly halted in front of a thick metal door with a darkly tinted window. Fitzwilliam?”
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Logan Pearse was expecting a good night out in Oakland. Bhabhi He figured they were watching him, too, anyway. “I can literally have my sexual fantasy?”
Mark Thomson didn’t blink as he stabbed the remains of his cigarette into the ashtray. Finally, he lowered down onto his cock and then down so her feet touched the floor, pushing her over the bed to continue fucking doggy-style. “Okay, how much?”
“$50,000 per hour.” Thomson’s voice was firm, monotone, and curt. — open to most anything you’d like to try. If you’re uptight or insecure in your sexual preference, then this could be quite a shock” — Thomson again resisted the urge to react visibly, although here he always wanted to smirk at the wide-eyed, glazed-over look these men inevitably wore — “but if you’re open-minded, we
