., een mevrouw van een uitzendbureau heeftme gestuurd. Voor een baantje.''Oh ja, dat klopt. Kom maar mee. Laat je koffer maar zolang inde vestibule st...an. Ik heet Virgine en jij?''Marcel, juffrouw.'Ze lacht: 'noem me maar Virgine hoor. We noemen elkaar allemaalbij de voornaam, behalve mevrouw dan.'Virgine loopt de gang in en op een deur af. Ze klopt en zegttegen mij: 'wacht hier maar even, Marcel. Ik kom je zo halen.'Ik wacht voor een monumentale eiken deur. Het duurt weer even,maar dan gaat de. He knows me so well.Good god, his cock is so delicious. I swear I gobbled it up for hours last night. Swirling my tongue around the tip, tempting, and teasing. Pursing my lips so he has to buck his hips to force them open until his head reaches the back of my throat. He loves hearing the glogs emanating from my mouth as he fucks them out of me. He's got such a gorgeous, tasty member. It's so fucking big that I forget each time I see it if it's going to fit. (Whoops, MrCuck, you didn't know that. Like her face, her writing didn’t convey much feeling. Until the last entry. It was the only part where she’d shown emotion.The last entry was written the night before her execution. In it, she pondered who she could have been if she’d not been born poor. If she’d been her boss’s daughter. If she’d been related to a high-ranking member of the Party. If she’d been born in a rich country like Japan or in Europe or a person in a bootlegged movie she’d seen from America or Hong Kong, those movies. ..” I trail off, my gaze trailing away as she jerks me back to attention, “Made ta what, Cucky?” I grunt, then finish, “Made to lick you clean! I want to be teased a-an-and used like... like how the Joker uses you...” I'm thrown back suddenly, back onto the couch. Harley's face reflects the sweet release of control she'd been hindered by for the last few minutes. She's biting her lip as she undoes her jeans, kicking her high tops off. She can't seem to shove her pants down and off quick enough.