Eden
yawned and stretched, but there was precious little room to move. All
around her was the snug, squishy embrace of moist flesh. It caressed
her and squeezed her, pressing her ever so lightly into the form of
the woman who had been her companion for what must have been close to
a day by now.
She
tried to work out the impossibility of her current predicament. At
first, she’d been cataloguing a dead millionaire’s things… then
she’d tested some cologne she’d found. Then she’d become
Hosting the Mistress
By: marloweny
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