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Slut wifeHe was in an apparent nasty mood and complaining. "Some people have all the goddamn luck! Why the hell can't Nagel give me that job like he's supposed to? We could have a ball on twenty-five hundred a month!" "We're doing fine," Melissa stated reproachfully. "Don't be so greedy." Martin continued to grumble. "I should have had that job. What I get now is peanuts." Melissa smiled. "I could let Mr. Nagel finger-fuck me," she said with a sly grin. "Then maybe he will change his mind." He gave her a sharp glance. "I wish you would," he retorted. Then he got up and shuffled off to bed. Melissa followed, a little reluctant, knowing what Martin was like when he was in such a mood. He wouldn't actually care, she decided as she went about preparing for bed. He even sounded as if he would be pleased if she became intimate with his employer. What if Nagel was to go beyond the fingering stage? What would he say if she let Nagel fuck her? Would he care then? She removed her makeup and washed her face. She could hear Martin in the bedroom removing his shoes ...» |
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