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Chapter 11 by dangerslut dangerslut

Before I can find something just lacy or just tiny enough to still look effortless...

The bell rings, but it's not him.

I suddenly feel very exposed. Two men in black suits are staring at me from my doorstep. The young handsome one can't seem to stop staring at my tits long enough to look me in the eyes.

"Mr. Themus," the older guy motions to his friend. Then to himself. "Mr. Futher. May we come in ma'am?"

It wasn't a question. It was phrased that way, but it didn't even sound like one coming out of his mouth. As such he didn't wait for an answer.

They both sort of walked inside.

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