“This will be our little secret,” I texted. “I want you so bad. Just one time…I need to know what you feel like,” I pleaded.
It worked.
My God, did it work.
“When do you want to meet? And can you get away with it??” he texted with a double question mark.
“Oh, I’ll get away with it. Believe me.” He had no idea who he was toy…
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