Just the Tip
“ Now slowly pull down his boxers,” Joi commanded from her leather office chair. The thin brunette reached down to the waistband of the man across from her and slid her fingers between the fabric and his flesh. “Stop, Ashley.” The girl freezes in position. “What is this game?” Ashley, scolded, withdraws her fingers. Her knees cross as she fidgets. Joi glances at the gap between the girl’s inner thighs. Joi looks over the top edge of her glasses. “The game is service. And that means?” Ashley...