Looking up briefly, Mr. The impact was like a blow, leaving her breathless and reeling as she instinctively reached out to grab the desk, her knuckles turning white as she clung to it for stability and support. Smith’s face, his eyes fixed intently on her anus. Her mind scrambling to process the unexpected interruption. “Justin did a great job picking you,” he continued, his tone implying that she was nothing more than a carefully ***********ed acquisition, a valuable addition to his collection, rather than a living, breathing human being with thoughts and feelings of her own. A slow, tingling sensation was building between her legs, a familiar precursor to orgasm that she couldn’t ignore. Her mind scrambling to process the unexpected interruption. “I have to say, you are incredibly hot,” he murmured, his fingers extending to stroke her chin with a gentle, almost paternal touch, as if he were petting a favored animal. Mr. I’ll give you a chance to get used to it.” Mr.
