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Corporate Slave v2: The New Girl
(Melissa DuVant)
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Corporate Slaves v2: The New Girl Melissa DuVant Copyright � Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Chapter One: An Awkward Interview Chapter Three: Meet the Competition Chapter Five: Girl's Night Out Chapter Six: Contractual Limitations Chapter Seven: Sneaking Treats Chapter Eight: Training Intensifies Chapter Nine: Performance Reviews Chapter Ten: On the Job Training Chapter Twelve: Busman's Holiday Chapter Thirteen: Company Away-Day Chapter Fourteen: Company Picnic Chapter Fifteen: Packing For A Trip Chapter Sixteen: Role Reversal Chapter Seventeen: A Working Day Chapter Eighteen: Personal Training Chapter Nineteen: Client-Facing Activities Chapter Twenty: Meet the New Boss Chapter Twenty-One: The New Team Funded by Dillon: a nerd from Somerset who spends his free time playing RPGs, or being with his friends and going LARPing Chapter One: An Awkward Interview Nora walked into the company lobby. It was all mirrored marble and shining chrome, far too fancy to bother with anything as mundane as "chairs", although there was a screen showing company advertising - open, sun-lit offices, with happy-looking employees, all beautiful women in office-wear, typing away at miscellaneous office work. The receptionist smiled at her, shiny white teeth and auburn hair gleaming under the warm electric lights. She was dressed in a perfect and pristine office uniform, although her skirt looked a little tighter than most, her blouse following the lines of her breasts, open enough to show cleavage and the edge of her bra. Around her neck was a thick-looking metal necklace, burnished steel with a black rectangle in the center. 'Good morning, ma'am. How may I help?' Despite her polite words, there was a judgmental cast in her eyes as she looked over Nora's outfit, taking in her biking leathers, helmet still in hand, long blonde hair streaming downwards. Just because her bitch of a step-mother had arranged this interview for her, didn't mean she had to dress up for it! An elevator dinged open and discharged some businessmen, and she couldn't resist sliding her zip down, knowing how it showed off her own cleavage, smiling at the way their eyes scanned down her body. 'I've got an interview. I'm Nora Jeffries.' The woman glanced away, manicured fingernails tapping away. 'Ah yes, of course. Yes, you are upstairs in meeting room 2A. With Miss Veronica Taylor. The other applicants have already arrived. Do you wish to change? There are facilities available.' Nora shrugged, enjoying the feeling of the leathers against her skin. 'No, I'm good. Where do I go?' The woman's tone was still polite, although she looked faintly quizzical. 'Let me ring for someone to escort you. The building is large and we prefer people not to get lost, or wander into the restricted areas.' Her fingers tapped again, and a few seconds later part of the wall revealed itself to be a door, silently swinging open, and a woman stepping it. She had dyed red hair, and was dressed in expensive office-wear - a sleek pencil skirt, short enough to show off the tops of her stockings, a silk blouse that was cut deep enough to show off an impressive cleavage, with a necklace similar to the receptionists. Was it some fashion trend or something? They looked uncomfortably tight and heavy! 'This is Miss Caitlyn. She was one of the first graduates from Miss Hunt's training program. If you are successful, that is where you will be placed.' Caitlyn walked forward, her heels tapping against the floor. She looked like she'd gotten her position by fucking her way there, although with a body like that, it would have been easier. 'If you would follow me, Miss Jeffries?' Without waiting for a response, she strode away, Nora taking a moment to admire her tight buttocks, skirt tight enough to show them perfectly, clearly nothing beneath, before moving to follow, going towards the lift. In just her boots, without heels, Nora was several inches shorter than the woman, feeling somewhat plain by comparison as she hurried to catch up, stepping into the lift. She should have put more makeup on! Although her skin was good enough she didn't need much, but everyone here looked ridiculously good. Caitlyn leaned forward, something beeping as the doors slid shut and they started to move upwards. Strangely, she didn't seem to have any sort of ID card - didn't staff at places like this normally have lanyards with cards on? Her outfit didn't allow for anywhere to put it that wouldn't show! There wasn't a keypad available for her to use either, which was strange. Neither of them said anything as the lift moved upwards - lights on the panel flashed as they moved, before the doors pinged open, to reveal a long and plain passageway, blandly anonymous office doors on either side. Caitlyn immediately strode away again, Nora moving to keep up. She'd never been able to manage heels as high as Caitlyn was wearing, at least not without falling over a lot. There was no sound except for that of their feet on the carpet, and no windows either - when the lift doors shut, they were completely sealed in. Each doorway they passed had an electric lock on, a black sensor panel awaiting something to be scanned to open it up. As she walked passed one, she pressed it down - the handle only moved partway down, the lock sealing it shut. 'We have various proprietary technologies here, and so access is tightly controlled. This way. Miss Veronica has been in charge of the interviews - she's very busy, so we mustn't keep her waiting.' They turned a corner, increasing the feeling of isolation now that even the lift was out of sight. Every doorway looked identical, making the place seem dreamlike - if she went backwards, would the lift still be there? Caitlyn stopped at one that looked identical to all the others - there wasn't even a label on the door - and leaned forward, thrusting her ass at Nora. Was she hiding how she got the doors open? That seemed a little paranoid! Nevertheless, the door beeped then opened, and Nora was ushered inside. A group of other women all stared at her - all were attractive, faces immaculate in make-up, tight skirts and blouses, legs sheathed in stockings or tights, various perfumes heavy in the air. It was a large, open space, with what looked like windows along the far wall, although they were tinted so dark Nora couldn't see outside. A dividing screen had been raised, looking vaguely medical, the other part of the room dark and unlit. 'Ah, you must be... Nora?' The first woman Nora had seen here that didn't look like a model smiled at her - although she was still attractive, her hair was tied up in a bun, her sleeves rolled up, her heels only a few inches, rather than full stilettos. 'You've missed some of the initial questions and physical assessment. This way, I'll try and get you caught up.' Caitlyn curtseyed at Veronica, dipping her head in respect, holding the position until Veronica acknowledged it, and then she turned and walked away. This one was dressed less like an office slut, her skirt long enough to almost reach the tops of her knees, her suit jacket tailored well enough to show off her figure, although the bulky lump of a phone could be seen in a breast pocket and she was wearing one of the necklaces as well, although hers looked slimmer and less heavy. She walked ahead of Nora, into the darkened section - Nora squinted, trying to make anything out, as the woman pulled out her phone and tapped the screen. Ahead of them, something whirred, a rectangle of light appearing. 'It's helpful that you've dressed conveniently. Please go in there and follow the instructions.' She gave Nora an absent-minded touch on the shoulder, before walking away, leaving Nora to walk towards the light. As she got closer, she could see that it was a small cubicle with a spotlight inside, illuminating a spot on the floor to stand on. There were more of the things around it, all closed up. As soon as she stepped inside, there was a pneumatic hiss and a door slid shut - it was smooth, featureless metal, without even a glass panel. 'Hey!' She slammed a foot against it, her metal toecap striking the metal, the sound reverberating around inside the narrow space. Everything was lit with a soft glow, making it impossible to see any seams or gaps in the material. It was like a toilet cubicle, except everything was vague and soft-edged in the hazy light, and there was no actual toilet. 'Remove your clothing. Physical measurements will be taken.' The voice was blandly feminine, compelling without commanding, echoing from everywhere without any clear origin point. She slammed her hand against the doorway, although from this side it was impossible to determine, there being no sign at all in the surface, not even a seam she could feel. The command was repeated, in exactly the same tone of voice as before. Nora rolled her eyes, then pulled down on the zip of her leathers, all the way down to her crotch. Beneath she was just wearing a crop-top and some shorts, but she felt slightly silly and undignified as she pulled the material away from her body, having to hop around to get the boots off, before stepping out of her suit, leaving her just in shorts and the skimpy vest. 'Thank you. Please hold your arms out to the side.' Nora sighed and obeyed. What the hell was this? The soft glow made her eyes hurt, making it hard to tell where the walls were, although it somehow managed to be soothing at the same time. Red laser-lines flickered out from the walls, some device making soft beeping noises as scanners did something, the lasers flicking over her body. Metal whirred, parts of the wall opening up, revealing padded rubber inside. 'Please remove all clothing.' 'What? Why?' The thing just beeped at her, as she fumbled at the walls - they were all smooth metal, without any buttons, or anything to call for help. The glow made everything look identical - except for her clothing on the floor, the place was utterly featureless save for the padded rubber gaps. She pulled her top over her head, then her shorts down, crossing her arms over her breasts. 'Move your arms inside.' Nora slowly obeyed, not sure what this was all for. This seemed overly intrusive for an office job! Having her breasts bare and exposed made her feel uncomfortable, even with no-one else to watch. 'All employees will be vetted to the highest degree. Artemis employs nothing but the finest talent.' The rubber expanded with a hiss of air, pushing against her wrists and capturing them - it didn't hurt, but was tight enough that she couldn't remove herself, at least not easily. She tried pulling harder, the rubber giving a little bit, but not enough to let her out. The lasers continued to flicker over her body, making her wince and close her eyes as they moved over her face. Had all the other candidates done this already? Just how badly did everyone want to work here? She hissed in pain as something jabbed into her finger, breaking the skin. 'Blood sample acquired.' 'What's that for!?' 'All candidates are tested to ensure they have no communicable diseases. This is part of Artemis' comprehensive healthcare coverage.' With her arms held forcibly spread, she was exposed and open. She liked showing off her body, but not like this! Wearing sexy clothing and watching how people reacted, their eyes watching her, taking in her long legs and pert breasts, yes, but not being entirely naked in some damn metal box! She squirmed, pulling her legs together, trying to hide her shaved slit from view as the lasers flicked over her belly, as the machine beeped. The floor beneath her feet started to move, lowering itself, and then parts pushed against the sides of her feet, her heels and her toes - it was like one of the shoe-sizing machines from when she was a kid! 'When did the applicant last engage in sexual activities?' She spluttered, feeling herself blush, her whole body warming up. What was that for? The color of the lights changed, turning a red tint. The question was repeated, Nora hesitating before answering. 'Never! I've touched myself, but I've, um... never...' She trailed off, feeling herself blush, not wanting to say it. 'Noted. The applicant is below the average in sexual experience. Physical sensitivity will now be tested.' The cuffs around her wrists started to tighten, removing any chance she had to escape, as metal cuffs circled around her ankles, forcing her to hold the position. She looked around nervously - she had her back to the door, but the cubicle was small enough that she would know if anyone else came in. Something pricked her finger again, making her wince - did they need another sample? A moment later, the surface beneath her feet changed, stubby points poking into her soles. Without any way to shift her balance, it was uncomfortable, her weight unevenly spread over the points. Pain snapped through her, a sudden electrical jolt getting delivered into her soles, making her whole body tense up. 'Owwww!' There was another shock, and then another, making her legs twitch and jolt. Fortunately, the ankle cuffs were padded, preventing her injuring herself, but it still hurt! Nora tried pulling on the wrist cuffs, wanting to get out, but the inflated rubber was too tight and rough, her wrists unable to slip out. A soft and soothing hum sounded out, making the inside of the chamber reverberate with its sound, echoing around the confined space. It made it hard to focus or think, but the voice didn't stop, as the foot-spikes started to move, shifting up and down to poke into her unprotected feet. 'There will now be a competency test. Artemis employees are expected to deal with questions in stressful situations.' Nora tried to pull herself free again, without any success, the rubber now wearing at her skin. 'Give an example of a time you defused a stressful situation.' It was hard to think with her feet being tormented, and the prickling shame of her nudity, but Nora made herself scrabble for an answer. 'Um, when my father and my step-mother were arguing. I sided with my father in order to get her to shut up!' That probably wasn't the most diplomatic of answers, but it was all she could think of right now. This wasn't a fair interview, forcing people to strip naked! How could anyone be expected to think straight in such a scenario? More questions came, straight-forward math questions peppered in amongst more wide-ranging queries, Nora doing her best to answer them all. As the "interview" progressed, she felt forces getting exerted on her hands, some metal probe running over her palms and fingers, before she balled her hands up into fists to ward them off, feeling a momentary flush of victory. There was nothing she could do about the spikes though, and she was starting to feel an involuntary warmth between her legs, the air inside the cubicle seeming far too hot and close, making her sweat, her body flushed and too hot. With some wriggling, she managed to shift her feet a little so that she could stand on her toes, that helping to alleviate some of the worst of the jabbing and the poking - she could feel the stubby spikes still moving, but only a few were able to reach her now. Although it made the ones beneath her feel even worse, now that more of her weight was focused on the balls of her feet, the spikes pointed and sharp. The pain and discomfort from that took most of her concentration, her answers getting terser and shorter as they progressed. And the questions seemed more and more intrusive - aside from her lack of sexual experience, it was asking about past partners, her family history and all sorts of other personal details! And all the while, the lasers flashed and flickered over her captive body. Finally, the wall-cuffs hissed open, releasing her wrists, the floor whirring and clicking, ankle-cuffs opening, spikes receding as the floor reverted to being a single level surface. Before being instructed, she grabbed at her clothing, dressing herself as quickly as possible, zipping her leathers fully up to the neck, glad to be back in her clothing again. 'Assessment complete.' She could still feel the lingering warmth between her legs as she stepped out of the cubicle, disorientated by sudden darkness, the cubicle lights clicking out as well. A voice came from close by, a real human voice, startling her. 'Ah, you've completed. Your assessment took longer than most of the others, and so your interview portion was folded into it as well. If your application was successful, then we will be letting you know shortly.' As her eyes adjusted, Nora could start to see, dimly making out Veronica, stood in the low light. 'If you would let me show you to the exit?' She was too dazed to refuse, gladly following the instructions, letting herself be taken back through the hallways and passageways to the elevator. The door opened at her approach, a uniformed concierge bowing at her as she wheeled her suitcase inside. She looked around in surprise - this was where they put the new recruits? It looked fancier than some of the 5-star hotels her father had taken her to visit, before he died! The concierge smiled at her, his eyes wandering over her body as she smiled back. 'You must be one of the new Artemis staff? If you go to the sixth floor, someone is waiting for you. I'll have to buzz you up.' She nodded, then walked over to the lift, waiting for the doors to open. She couldn't believe that they'd accepted her so easily! The pay was good, and the work hadn't been described at all but couldn't be that had, and it meant getting away from that bitch at home! This was way nicer than she'd expected. Security seemed odd, but maybe that was a corporate thing? Or just a London thing? The elevator moved smoothly upwards - there were no indicators to tell who else, if anyone, lived here. There was a device to read cards or something by the door, probably to ensure that people could only get off onto the right floors. The doors pinged open, revealing a small and luxurious lobby, carpeted and with several potted plants, bright red flowers exuding a heavy scent. An internal door opened - it was thick wood, reinforced with metal inside, metal bolts visible to seal it shut when closed. Veronica stepped through, smiling at her, metal necklace bright and shiny. 'Ah, Nora! Glad you could make it. This is part of our facilities, all very new and fresh. Although your accommodation is not the best, I'm sure you'll find it far nicer than your university accommodation - uni halls tend to be rather dingy, in my experience. You're be sharing with three others, I hope you'll get along. This is a very prestigious program, so I hope you will make the most of it. Once you've got your documentation processed and proven yourself, then you'll be able to open some of the doors yourself. Come inside.' Nora obeyed, stepping through into a narrow hallway - it was similar to her university halls, except the paintwork was all fresh and clean rather than battered and dirty, and there was artwork on the walls, impressionistic swirls showing bowls of fruit and landscapes. All the passageways seemed to be quite short before ending with junctions or doors, making it hard to tell how much internal space was taken up - it was like a maze, with all sorts of un-labelled doors, or sudden turns and then the walls changed color. When she glanced backwards, all she could see was the plain wall of the last junction, making it impossible to tell how far they had come. 'You have been placed on a very prestigious training course, along with three others. Of course, it is expected that you will uphold nothing but the finest behavior, otherwise there will be consequences.' They walked past a glass wall, dark on the other side - through it, Nora could dimly make out metallic, mechanical shapes. Was it a gym? That must be shared with the other residents, surely? She tried to check, but it was too dark - she could just about making out straps dangling from the ceiling, heavy-looking objects barely visible, but nothing more than that. When Veronica stopped, it was so sudden that Nora barely managed to avoid walking into her. It was in front of another internal door, with a keycard reader at just above waist-height. Veronica bent over awkwardly, and then the door beeped and unlocked. The security here seemed excessive, and a little strange - what was Veronica using to open the door? 'This will be your accommodation. I'm sure you'll get used to the layout. Now, if you would like to take that room? Your things should already have been moved in.' There were six evenly-spaced doors along the hallway, Veronica pointing to one in the middle. Nora obeyed, pushing it open, to reveal a small and neat bedroom. There was no window, but the bulb shone with a warm solar light, making her feel warm, like sunlight. There was a bed, a desk, a small sink and a mirror, as well as a large wardrobe and a set of drawers. And even a personal shower! It really was like her student accommodation, except far more expensive and better made, and not used and abused by generations of students. Her stuff was all piled up in one corner, still in cardboard boxes. 'The communal spaces are this way. And you can meet your new co-workers.' Behind Veronica, in her sleek skirt-suit and heels, Nora felt plain and normal, in dull and normal clothing. Did everyone at Artemis spend all their time looking good? Nora knew she was good-looking, but she hadn't done much makeup today, or put effort into her clothing, just plain jeans and a t-shirt. She put such thoughts aside as she was led through the apartment. Each of the other doors must be someone else's bedroom. Another door was open into a luxurious-looking bathroom, with a large bathtub (that looked like it doubled as a jacuzzi!) and a drop-shower, the floor angled to let the water drain away, with a TV screen behind a glass panel. At the end of the passageway was another doorway, Veronica pushing it open to reveal a large, open space. It was something of a relief to be somewhere with a little more open room, the endless passageways and small rooms making Nora feel a little claustrophobic. This room had several comfortable couches, a massive TV screen, some potted plants in the corner adding a splash of color to the otherwise-overwhelming creamy off-whiteness of everything. There was a dining table with six chairs around it, and past that what looked to be a decent-sized kitchen, everything in there gleaming chrome. On one of the walls were what looked like windows, but from what they were showing (an autumn forest and a beach) they must actually be screens instead. A woman stepped out of the kitchen - pale-skinned and with auburn-red hair tied into elaborate braids, falling half-way down her back. She was dressed casually as well, making Nora feel less out-of-place, in a black t-shirt with a spiky logo of some band Nora didn't recognize and tight jeans, showing off nice legs, her sleeves short enough that Nora could see well-developed arm muscles. 'This is Skye McGowan, one of your colleagues. I believe the two of you are the same age. Both of you will be working together and on the same program. Although...' She held up her wrist and tapped at her watch. 'Your immediate superior should be doing this.' She looked at her watch again, before tapping it - her skirt and jacket were tight enough that any smartphone would be visible, so she must be using a smartwatch. As she fiddled with that, Nora looked at the other woman - Skye. Her pale skin was lightly dusted with freckles, her lips a bright and vivid red, her braids impressively detailed - she must spend a lot of time just keeping her fiery hair under control! She was looking back at Nora, green eyes meeting Nora's gaze and smiling back, looking a little nervous, the same as Nora felt. 'Ah, she was preparing some of the early material for you. Well, I will leave you to Rebecca's care. Once she gets here.' Veronica tapped her foot impatiently, the thick carpet absorbing the impacts without a sound, leaving Nora and Skye to stare at each other awkwardly. Nora heard a sound behind herself and turned to see what she had thought was an ornamental vertical design reveal itself as a door, another woman stepping through. This one was wearing an almost severely-sleek pencil skirt, her blouse closely tailored to her pert breasts, coming up in a high collar, not quite high enough to conceal the metal ring beneath it that encircled her neck. Her dark hair was up in a tight bun, sharp-edged and rimless glasses on her face, making it seem angular and sharp, an effect aided by her hour-glass figure. She dipped her head at Veronica in a slight curtsey, before turning to look at Nora. Her gaze wasn't hostile, but the glare on her glasses made her seem cold-looking and stern, aided by the pointing stick she was holding in one hand. She looked like some of father's special friends, back when they used to visit the house, before he died. Although they had normally been friendlier to her, even the strict-looking ones! 'Good. Now that you are here, if you could see that these two are settled. Rebecca will be your immediate superior, and in charge of you day-to-day. And if you need any discipline or praise, she will be responsible. Now, I have other business to tend to, and so will leave you to Rebecca's care.' She walked off, tapping at her watch again, probably catching up on e-mails she'd missed. Rebecca flicked her pointing stick through the air with a slight thwip, pointing at each of them in turn. She was like a school-mistress, her nylon-clad legs striding forwards. 'As Miss Veronica says, I am Rebecca, and I will be in charge of you while you are here. When you are working, then other, more senior staff members will be in charge of you, but while you are here, then it will be me. To start with, there are some simple rules - you are expected to be here most of the time, although it is quite palatial. There is a gymnasium, a study area and hopefully everything else you need. You have already submitted your dietary requirements, and I will be in charge of your daily feeding and other requirements. That does include clothing, for both of you. Artemis does have a uniform policy - I took the liberty of having a look through what you had sent over, and much of it seems unsuitable.' Skye colored, creamy skin tinting red, the redness intensifying, until it was almost the same color as her hair. 'You... looked through our things?' 'Simply to ensure that you had bought all the necessaries. So that any... gaps can be filled, shall we say.' Her words made Skye blush even more brightly, cheeks a bright and flaming red, her lips moving without a sound coming out, as her as her face. 'Do not worry, nothing was taken. And I must compliment your tastes.' Nora looked between the two of them - what were they talking about? Did Skye have particularly nice clothing? She wasn't dressed that stylishly, the piercings in her ears fairly plain. And that certainly didn't seem to be anything to blush about? 'There are two others, but they are not scheduled to arrive until later. The two of you must be hungry. If you would allow me to serve you dinner?' The polite request was at odds with her strict demeanor, her expression still severe, as she compressed the pointing stick and tucked it up her sleeve. Skye and Nora looked at each other again, Skye still a brilliant red, the color not fading. 'I'm sure I can prepare something suited to both your tastes. And the two of you can get to know each other a little better. You will be spending quite some time together, after all.' Rebecca walked into the kitchen, Nora following behind - the kitchen area was large and well-equipped, with a large fridge, a stove, and everything else that was needed. Certainly far better than her university kitchens! As Rebecca set about slicing ingredients and heating up a pain, Nora started to talk to Skye. She was (unsurprisingly) Scottish, her accent slipping in a little now she was more relaxed, although it took a while for the reddish tint to leave her skin. She was in a similar position to Nora, having recently graduated university and needing a job, her degree in psychology. The food that Rebecca cooked was delicious, a vegetable stir-fry, hot and fragrant, the vegetables crisp to bite through, sauces mixing with fluffy rice, although with an odd medicinal aftertaste. Rebecca didn't eat any herself, watching as the two of them ate, seeming happy that they enjoyed it. As soon as they had finished, then Rebecca whisked the plates away, one of the cabinets opening to reveal a pristinely clean dishwasher, putting the plates into it. 'Now, the two of you must be tired. Why don't you both sleep?' Skye yawned, jaw dropping wide open, Nora feeling suddenly exhausted as well, thoughts foggy all of a sudden. It was an effort to pull herself to her feet, stumbling back to her room, barely aware of Skye somewhere close by. She got her door open and flopped down, pulling the blanket over herself, still dressed but not caring. She felt a warmth between her legs, hearing as the door shut. Having been at home, with her bitch of a step-mother, had made it more of a challenge to get off! The bed felt warm and cozy, her fingers teasing between her thighs, stroking against her slit, lightly pushing into herself. Images came to mind, fantasies, blurry at first before getting more concrete - herself over Skye's knees, plaid skirt pulled upwards, her own weight pushing the air from her lungs. A hand slapped down against her butt-flesh, making a sharp slapping sound. She sighed in remembered pleasure, fingering herself more actively, the fantasy blurring so that now she was spanking the red-head, her hand cracking sharply against supple meat, groping at a breast, nibbling the back of the woman's neck. That closeness to someone, of having them at her command, or being commanded by them, made her horny and wet. Skye, down on her knees, that red hair tickling along Nora's legs as she dipped her head, lips brushing against Nora's foot. Her fingers got faster as she pleasured herself more, sliding in and out, the mattress firm beneath her body, using her other hand to stroke her breasts, fumbling beneath her clothing, making an attempt to undress herself, but distracted by the rush of pleasure. To be over someone's knees and spanked, the slap of a hand against her backside! Although she didn't want to have to submit to someone like that, no matter how good it felt. And having the curvy redhead bent over her knee, mmmm... She kept stroking and touching herself, spreading herself wide and then fingering herself, before coming, hot and wet, then falling into slumber. |