“Not that! You know there’s cameras in here right?” Jean points them out.
“I’m on them already…” you tempt them.
“We need to keep our pet on a short leash here, clearly,” Jane sighs. She leans down and pulls up your thong. She smacks your ass. “Behave. Or no more cream filling.”
“She will let herself get uncomfortably large,” Jean reminds you.
You accept the eventless ride.
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