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I don’t want to. What, again already? I don’t want to. I mean in for a penny, in for a pound right? He wants to spank my ass and train me. I watched a few, and they’re all gross. “Look at the camera”
Camera? I glance over, thinking about saying something. He doesn’t want me to smile. He adjusts in his chair and I try to squash myself further against the wood of his desk, afraid to touch his legs after the last annoyed flick he gave my nose. I mean in for a penny, in for a pound right? I don’t feel sexy anymore, I just feel… It hurts. He leans over and pushes the laptop back on his desk as I struggle not to vomit into his lap. I don’t even have control of my vocal chords anymore. I don’t smile back, gasping as he fondles me.
