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Chapter 65 by Piccolo1234

Does she call 911? Does heard him out? Make Demands?

Make Demands

I heard her dial the 9 then 1….but then she stopped. I saw her mulling over the last digit as beads of sweat poured down my face in stress and agony. “Anything?” She said slyly with her head turning away from the phone. Her attitude just did an almost 180 from what had just happened. “Y-yes anything.” I pleaded again. She slowly hung up the phone, which was a slight relief. She slowly made her way out to the desk again and was about to cross out into the lobby. I again put my hands over my crotch. She put her hands on her hips as if wondering what to do with me.

What does she tell him to do?

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