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I-" "You're engaged?" I blinked at the rock on her left ring finger. Looked up at her then down again.
"We would have found a way.
In the bedroom.
Find a place of my own where I don't have to deal with roommates. Simple things like that.
My knees fell open, and he nestled closer.
And the continual pressure on my wrists only added to the arousing sensations. I bit my lower lip and flexed my fingers, trying to distract my brain from losing concentration.
The shoppers and the employees were both running out of patience, the crowds had increased, and no one really wanted to take the time to answer a consumer survey about their dish soap and laundry detergent. At one point, I wondered aloud if we'd have better luck offering up his Naughty List I'd found last year.
It was uncomfortable and somewhat humiliating, but not painful. He always started with a quarter of an hour and increased it by five-minute intervals if I made noises-whining, heavy sighs, even giggling-or broke my position in any way.