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The booth. We'd talked about it and joked about it. We even called it his "cage". He hated it and yet spent every day there, in a dull job, doing dull things and waiting on dull people. I had teased him mercilessly while he was in there, forcing him to wait on customers with raging erections, even gotten him so aroused that he had willingly come in his pants and had to sit there, the rest of the day, with that sticky, cooling reminder of what I could do. And now...here it was.

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It's early morning and you are still sound asleep. I awake with a tingling in my pussy and look over at you lying there, naked, on your stomach. It seems a shame to disturb you but I have such a desire in me that I have no choice. I look at your manly form, the soft sunlight outlining your back you're deep in slumber still looking so vulnerable and sweet.

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