”“Of course we can.”Mary flipped all three TV sets to CBS and went behind the bar to retrieve a crystal pitcher of lemonade with thin slices of ...lemon and red raspberries.Déjà vu.“Kelly has the best lemonade I’ve ever tasted. This is her recipe.” Mary poured two glasses. We sipped as we watched Sloane settle into the first set. Ostapenko had a strong two-handed return and was doing well with it.Watching sports and sipping Grandma’s lemonade? Déjà vu.When the players switched sides, Mary. “I see that you will need more training” I said wiping her juices off in her hair.Then I pulled one of my girlfriends dildos out of the box, it was not her longest one, at only six inches, it was one of her thickest “This should do” I said holding it in front of her eyes “No you can’t that’s”“Are you trying to tell me that a slut like you doesn’t have one of these under her bed” her face went red as the words left my lips “oh that’s right there is always a boy in your bed so there is no need. She half turned back, still afraid to look into his eyes. "Yes." That's all he said. That one word washed away the panic attack that was gripping her. Still she thought maybe she had stood up too fast and was now on the floor u*********s after feinting. This had to be a dream. She stopped moving though. Jason walked around the desk and stood in front of her. Still he didn't say any more. He put his hand on her check. She felt his warmth and began telling herself this couldn't be a dream, it. " Oh. Okay then. I guess I'll get dressed," he joked, with an exaggerated look of disappointment. He began to rise, though every part of him testified to his desire to stay."Uh-uh," Susan replied, grabbing his shoulders."Good, I didn't really want to anyway." He sank back onto the pillow. "Seriously though, tell me what you want to do, before I can't think anymore." What I want to do is keep you as my love slave," she intoned in a sultry phone-sex voice, then winked at him."Darlin'," he said.
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