Mystery Mistress 3
"Good," Sativa said. It startled you out of your fantasy. You were leaning forward in the chair, inching toward her ass. Of course, she was nowhere close to you, but you felt stupid regardless. Sativa just stared at you. You hoped you weren't making a kissy face. Sativa looked like she was expecting something, but you had no idea what. She was obviously annoyed. She motioned to the door. "You can go now." And so you did, embarrassed at how lost in your fantasy you had been.
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