The General's Daughter

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General Lee Ryeo of the USAF, was the proud father of Mikala Ryeo. In his eyes, his daughter could do no wrong. Though he was a very strict father, he did let her live off base and get her own apartment when she turned 18. Though if he could only see his daughter's 'other' life, he would've had second thoughts a long time ago.

Mikala Ryeo was so glad to be off base when she was old enough. It was something she had literally dreamt about for a long time, well since she was sexually active. If her father knew then she was sure heads would've rolled. The first guy she lost her virginity to was actually to a guy on base who was only there for a short time. It wasn't a thing about love, it was just the fact that she finally lost her viginity.

Now here she was, two months after her 18th birthday, she was working at Foxy's Strip, a strip joint about 50 miles away from the base, safely away from the base, or so she thought. Little did she know that it was a secret trip a few of the airmen came down and knew who she was. But really, Mikala didn't care. She loved to show off her body and with the money it brought it, she had told her father that she was going to school on a paid tuition--which was sort of true, depending on how one looked at it
 
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Lee Jacobs was getting used to being in yet another military base town. In a way, they were all the same--- medium sized towns in which the majority of the population was either in the military or worked as a civilian on the base. Lee had grown up in a similar town, and he had been to many more in his line of work. He wasn't in the military, at least not any more. He was more of a, for lack of a more politically correct term, consultant to the military. He had actually been in the marines where he had excelled in everything he was faced with... everything, that is, except being able to follow commands that he didn't agree with.

Lee spent a lot of time being chewed out, disciplined and even threatened by his superiors, and before his 4 years was up he was facing a discharge from the Corps. And then one day soon after his discharge, like a scene from a movie, two men showed up at Lee's house and requested that he accompany them to an interview. Hours later, Lee was offered a position as a "liason". As it turned out, while his direct superiors were busy blasting him for having the audacity to question them, men much higher up the ladder had taken a notice to Lee's ability to see through the bullshit to the truth behind the facade.

It seemed that the United States government didn't necessarily want the various branches of the Armed Forces knowing too many details about what other branches were doing. That's where Lee came in. His position was quite unique. He held no official sounding title and had no team of agents at his disposal. He did, however, have a great deal of authority which he was to use to gather the information that he was sent to gather. Essentially, the officers who not long before had taken great joy in berating and punishing Lee now answered to him, but they didn't even know why.

So now here Lee was in another base town, in another strip club, having drinks with another group of military men who were pretending to be friendly towards him only as an attempt to find out why he suddenly appeared on their base.
 
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After her set was done, Mikayla quickly changed into another outfit, which was of course, just as revealing as her stage number. It was time to work the crowd. Some had come just to see her or other girls, of course they all had their fans. It was nice, then again, making this sort of money was always nice.

It was getting close to her next performance when she found herself talking with some man, an older gentleman in his late 40s. When she had announced to him that she had to leave, he grabbed her arm hard...yanking her back to his lap!

Mikayla tried to protest, but the man was squeezing her arm very hard. She didn't want to cause a scene. As stupid as it was, this could hurt the business, "Let me go.." she said with another tug of her arm but he wasn't relenting. She searched the club feverishly for a bouncer but there was none in sight! To make it worse they were sitting in a corner of the club where not many people could see them...
 
Lee nonchalantly drank his beer as his eyes drank in the sights around him. He feigned interest in what the other men at his table were saying, but mostly he was ignoring them. There were some very good looking girls working at the club. Much better talent than he found at most of the clubs that were in military base towns.

After a while, the beers began to take their effect on Lee and he excused himself from the table. "Be right back," he told the others. "Gotta to recycle some of these beers."

As Lee was returning from the restroom, he heard what sounded like less than a happy tone coming from a woman over in the corner to his right. The corner was dark, and his eyes were just readjusting from the bright lights of the restroom, but Lee could make out a dancer struggling to free herself from some drunk slob. Glancing around and seeing no bouncers nearby, Lee decide he would have to take matters into his own hands.

"There you are, sweety! I've been looking all over for you. We have to get you ready for your next set!" Lee announced as he walked quickly over to the girl. "Sorry to steal her away, sir, but we've got a schedule to follow." He held his hand out to the girl and tried to help her away from the older man.

"I don't give a damn about your schedule, boy!" the man roared as he yanked back on the girls other arm. "Me and this little thing were just getting to know each other better."

Realizing that cleverness wasn't going to work in this situation, Lee resorted to option B. He tugged the girl towards him, turning her so that his own body was between the girl and the drunk. And then, so quickly that nobody nearby could even tell what happened, Lee landed his elbow on the side of the man's head. Without even turning to look, he knew that the man wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

Lee casually led the girl away from the man. As they crossed the room, they passed a bouncer. "Hey buddy," Lee addressed him. "There's a guy over in the corner that's passed out on the sofa. Looks like he's had way too much to drink." The bouncer thanked Lee for the tip, and Lee and the girl continued on their way to the other side of the club. He thought it best not to be within sight when the old drunk man regained his senses.

"We might want to lay low until they get that guy out of here," he suggested to the girl.
 
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"We might want to lay low until they get that guy out of here,"

Mikayla could only nod, she was still shaken up from their tug-of-war of her just moments ago. She knew her arm was going to bruise up because of it but that was the least of her worries, what if the man came back?

Grabbing his hand, she led him to another room off to the side of the main floor. It was a quiet, sort of high rollers room. But really, this club rarely had any high rollers and on a thursday night, the chances of one showing up was null.

Once they were in the room alone, Mikayla threw herself in the man's arms, "Thank you so much for that!" She really was grateful. When she realized what she was doing, she laughed nervously and pushed away from the man. Looking up at him, it was then she noticed how handsome he was...he was at least over 6 feet tall and compared to her small 5'2" frame, he was huge.

"Oh, sorry... I really am grateful, you didn't have to do what you did. Usually I'm pretty good at taking care of myself but I guess I let my guard down."

She held out a hand, "By the way, I'm Mikayla."
 
"Lee," he said taking Mikayla's hand. "Is you arm ok? I didn't want to have to grab your arm like that, but that guy didn't look like he was going to give up without a fight." And then to lighten the mood and try to relax Mikayla, Lee rubbed his elbow and gave a fake grimace of pain. "That guy has a really hard head."

Lee studied Mikayla's with his eyes, but she was completely unaware. It was one of the talents that made him so good at his job--- the ability to take in all of the details of his surroundings almost instantly. She was absolutely gorgeous. Most dancers Lee had met had great bodies, but few of them were actually what he would call beautiful. Mikayla was definitely an exception. With her olive skin, pretty face and perfect body, she easily could have been on the pages of fashion magazines instead of dancing at a base-town club.

Looking around him, Lee asked, "What is this place? One of those VIP rooms? What are they called, ummm... champagne rooms?" He had a habit of playing dumb sometimes. It was another of his tactics for getting people to let their guard down when he was trying to get information. He wasn't trying to get Mikayla to let her guard down. He just wanted to help calm her down and get her mind off of the altercation that just occurred.
 
With a giggle, Mikayla's eyes shone brightly as she nodded, walking slowly around the room, "Yeah, this is it, Foxy's finest room... where they triple the price of drinks and the dances are extra hot." She whirled around and looked at Lee, "Say, would you like a dance? It's free...a little something to say thank you for saving me out there.." She looked at him hopefully. It was true, it was the least she could do for him.

"My next set doesn't start for another half an hour anyway..."
 
Lee paid special attention to what Mikayla said about the dances being extra hot in the VIP room. He guessed that anything involving Mikayla would be extra hot, especially a private dance. But true to form, Lee played the innocent and reluctant guy that had had grown so accustomed to being in public.

"You really don't have to do that. I just did what any guy would do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I wouldn't like it. But I don't want you to think you owe me anything."

Even as he said the words, though, mental images flashed through his mind--- images Mikayla stripping out of her already revealing clothes, straddling him, grinding her body against his. "Damn," he thought to himself. "This girl is really getting to me."
 
"Well," she started with a small laugh, "Let's say I don't owe it to you as much as I want to give it to you, come on.." she grabbed his hand, led him over to the long velvet covered couch and tried to sit him down...when he wouldn't budge, Mikayla looked up at him and pouted ever so slightly. It was the look she gave her father when she wanted something.

When he finally sat down, she grabbed a remote from the small table near the couch and clicked on it just once. When she had done so, a soft beat came on, one that wasn't too distracting but you knew it was playing. Even the lights dimmed slightly so all that the customer would notice is the music and the dancer....

Straddling Lee, Mikayla kept her eyes locked with his all the time, her bra top and sexy boy shorts (which had a matching thong underneath) all complimented each other well. Her knee high sliver boots made her legs seem longer.

"I hope you don't mind.." she said quietly as she started the dance for him...
 
Lee followed Mikayla's lead and sat on the couch. Before he knew it, she was straddling his lap, he perfect tits just inches from his face.

"No, I don't mind at all," he responded to her comment, giving her a sly smile.

The truth was that Lee wasn't the least bit shy, and he always knew what he was getting himself into. That's not to say that he only helped Mikayla because he knew she would reward him this way. He would never stand by and let a woman be taken advantage of. Unless, of course, she wanted to be taken advantage of and he was the one doing the taking.

Lee was very confident in all aspects of his life. That's how he had gotten into his current profession. He had the self-confidence to challenge authority. He was also confident when it came to women. He wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted, and he liked women who had the same quality. He had no time for girls who wanted to play hard to get and have a guy chase them for months while they acted innocent and oblivious. Lee was in charge at all times in his professional life. When it came to women and sex, he wanted a woman who wasn't afraid to challenge him for control. He like the competition, the battle for power.

Lee was an expert at reading people, and Mikayla exuded just the kind of confidence that he found extremely sexy. She wasn't dancing for him because she thought she had to because he saved her from the drunk guy. She was dancing for herself, because she wanted to.

So Lee relaxed on the big velvet sofa, waiting to find out just how hot the dances got in Foxy's finest room.
 
The music was slow and sensual and Mikayla's body moved with it, writhing and wiggling, her hands on his shoulder's as she moved her hips and grinded into his... She fit his body perfectly.

Moving her hands down his shoulders and to his chest, she slipped her hands under his jacket, "I think it's a little too warm for your jacket, don't you think?" She asked as she pushed them off his shoulders, "So, Lee...what do you do for a living...?" she inquired nonchalantly. Mikayla had a feeling she all ready knew the answer. From the way he carried himself and the majority of the crowd here, he was most definitely in the military. But he wasn't an officer nor enlisted, that much she could tell..hell, from growing up and moving from base to base all her life, she should know the difference.

With expert ease, she reached back behind her and removed her bikini top, tossing it aside, she ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples a bit and then leaning forward against Lee. Her movement with the music was flawless...
 
"I don't want to bore you with talk about my job." Lee answered. "Especially when your job is so much more interesting," he added with a wink.

Lee admired the sight as Mikayla let her bikini top fall to the floor. Her breasts were absolutely perfect--- full and soft, with nipples that hardened instantly as she touched herself. Lee could feel himself getting more and more turned on by the second. The normally calm, calculating man felt like he was suddenly a hormone-driven teenager.

Lee had been the recipient of many lap dances since acquiring his job. Buying him lap dances was another way the men at the various bases he visited tried to convince him that they were his "friends". Of all those performances, Lee had never reacted the way he was now with Mikayla. Lee wanted her, and he decided right away that he would have her. He wouldn't be able to get her out of his mind until he did.
 
"Oh trust me, I'm truly interested..." Mikayla said in a breathy tone, her lips close to his ear as moved against him. With a small move, she sat back, resting fully on his lap. She ran her hands down his arms until she had his hands in hers. Pulling them toward her, Mikayla placed Lee's hands on her sides, bringing them up slowly up her sides.

There was something about this man that intrigued her. It wasn't just the fact that he saved her a while ago but he had an air of quality about him. It was attractive. She still had him by the wrists and with a gentle push, she had his hands cupping the undersides of her breasts, pushing them together.

About 100% of the time, Mikayla didn't get aroused when performing lap dances but this time.. she gasped softly when she had his hands holding her breasts. She felt a small flutter in the pit of her stomach...it was wonderful to have such a strong pair of confident hands in hers....

Before she could do much more, the door to the room opened and her head whipped around to see who it was. At first her heart stopped because she thought it was the man who she was with earlier... But in a good/bad way it was Marcus, the club's owner. He looked pissed!

"What the fuck is going on?!" He asked as he looked at the two on the couch, "Get over here!"

With a small groan, Mikayla patted Lee's shoulders when he wanted to stand up, "It's alright, I'll be right back." She told him as she grabbed her top...not that she really needed it.

About 3 minutes later, Mikayla came back in and turned off the music, "Listen, I'm sorry but I have to get going," she looked at the man and smiled, a sincere smile. Walking up to him, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you again for earlier this evening and I'm sorry I couldn't finish for you..."

She wanted to say more but there was Marcus at the door where he cleared his throat rather loudly. before he spoke, "Beat it pal, she needs to get back to work...oh," he paused as he pulled her out of the room, "Next time you decide to beat up on one of my best customers, I'll call the cops."
 
Lee could feel his cock beginning to strain against his pants as Mikayla moved his hands slowly towards her breasts. Her skin felt amazing, so smooth and soft. Her breasts filled his hands perfectly as she pressed them against her, squeezing them together. Lee instantly thought of sliding his dick between her breasts, watching as she flicked her tongue of the head as he fucked her beautiful tits.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open. Lee instinctively tried to jump to his feet, expecting trouble of some kind. Mikayla assured him that everything was under control and, after apologizing to Lee for cutting the dance short, she disappeared with the club's manager. Lee just nodded at the weak threat from the man before he stormed off with Mikayla in tow.

After sitting on the sofa for a few minutes to allow the noticeable bulge in his pants to subside, Lee grabbed his jacket and left the room. He scanned the crowd for the men that he had been sitting with earlier, but they seemed to be gone. They probably thought he had ditched them. Lee had driven himself to the club, so he wasn't concerned about the other men.

Lee settled up his tab at the bar and headed out the door. As he walked around the side of the building to his car, he heard raised voices--- two male, one female. The female voice he instantly recognized as Mikayla's, and one of the male voices he was pretty sure belonged to the less-than-polite manager. The third voice was a new one, not the drunk from inside, but just as threatening sounding.

Lee didn't want to get Mikayla into more trouble, but he also couldn't just leave her in a dangerous situation. He made his way around the back of the building where the voices were coming from, faking a drunken stagger as he rounded the corner. The two men saw him right away and quickly stopped talking.

"What the fuck do you want?!?!" the unknown man growled.

"Shit," Lee mumbled as if he didn't even notice the men. "This ain't where I parked my car." And then looking at the men and Mikayla, he asked them "Hey, you fellas haven't seen my car anywhere have you?"

The unknown man had released his grip on Mikayla's arm. The manager said something to her that Lee couldn't quite make out, and Mikayla quickly went back into the club through the back door. Knowing that the men wouldn't risk harming Mikayla after having been seen with her, Lee turned around and stumbled back around the corner of the building. "Awww hell!" he proclaimed. "There's my car right there in the parking lot!"

He got in the car and pulled out of the lot. Glancing back in his mirror, he saw the unkown man come out from around the building and walk towards his own car.
"Damn," Lee said aloud to himself. "That girl must just be a magnet for trouble."

As he drove down the road back towards his hotel, Lee tried to put thoughts of Mikayla out of his mind. He failed miserably. All that night, images of her straddling him, grinding in his lap, guiding his hands to her breasts kept flashing in his mind. "Get a grip on yourself, man!" he told himself. "You'll never even see that girl again."
 
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Two nights later, Mikayla had a rare night off and that was just fine with her since she needed it. She had planned to spend her time alone, thinking about Lee... for some reason, she would find herself thinking about him, hoping he would come back...maybe even ask for her... no such luck. Instead tonight, her father, General Ryeo had invited her to a casual family dinner.

The last thing she wanted to do was to go back on base but her father insisted and if she wanted to keep him out of her life, she would have no choice but to agree.

So, her dress being WAY different than her club attire, she wore a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Her hair was pulled away from her face and she wore very minimal make-up.

The doorbell rang and she heard her father answer it. What was going on? He had said that it was a quiet family dinner...

Bounding down the steps, taking two at a time, Mikayla's eyes went wide when she saw how was at the door...Lee!
 
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Lee arrived at the General's house, dreading another night of being questioned and prodded by someone who despised him while they pretended to be his friend. The General had insisted he come over for dinner so that they could "get to know each other away from work". Little did he know that while the General thought he was finding out Lee's secrets, he would actually be doing nothing more than opening himself up to Lee's methods of getting the information he needed.

While Lee worked under the guise of being a liasion between the different branches of the Armed Forces, his true job was of a much more secretive nature. He was actually meant to seek out American military members who had been compromised by foreign governments and other entities. In other words, he was a spy hunter. That's why his natural inclination to be skeptical and read through people came in so valuable.

Lee was not sent to his current assignment to investigate the General, but it was important to gain any information he could from whomever he could get it from. And when it really came down to it, no one was above his scrutiny. So there he was, standing at the General's door, preparing himself for the task at hand.

Suddenly, Lee heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. Mikayla, the girl whom he had scarcely gone five minutes without fantasizing about since he met her, stood frozen on the stairs, staring down at him. The General turned around, motioning for his daughter to join him in greeting their guest.

"And this is my lovely daughter Mikayla," he announced to Lee as she finally made her way to the door. "She has been so kind as to grace us with her presence this evening, as well." There was more than a hint of sarcasm in the General's voice, and Lee guessed that it was directed at both he and Mikayla.

Quickly regaining his composure, Lee extended his hand to Mikayla. "Hi," he said calmly. "I'm Lee. It's a pleasure." He looked into her eyes as he said the word pleasure, making his meaning clear to her. The General turned to lead them to the dining room, and Lee took the opportunity to allow his grip on Mikayla's hand to linger for a few extra seconds.
 
Dinner that night had been meatloaf, Mikayla's favorite... as small as she was, she could really pack in the food, once she had been compared to eating like one of the 'guys'.

The dinner conversation that night had been pretty good..at least for her father. His questioning, or as she like to put it, his interrogations, were intense. She had almost nothing to say, well, she couldn't say anything as the General held the conversation for the entire dinner. Instead she was put to work, making sure the drinks were available and that the food was served.

But during the dinner, Mikayla would steal little glances at Lee, listening to the sound of his voice and also listening to his answers. She tried to giggle at some of his answers because in a way, they were smart ass answers.

She could tell Lee was looking at her also during the night. It felt good. But all she could was give him a small smile every now and then.

Just then, Mikayla's father's phone rang. He cursed when he saw the display and then answered. Usually calls this late at night meant trouble. And it was something Mikayla never questioned. While her father was on the phone, she took that moment to talk to Lee, "How are the potatoes?" She asked with an amused look in her eyes. She was on her 3rd serving.

Before Lee could answer, her father hung up the phone, "Damnit, I hate to do this but I have to get back to the office... Lee, it was nice meeting you.." he then turned to Mikayla, "You don't pester this man here and be a gracious hostess, I'll be back as soon as I can." With that he apologized to Lee and got up to leave.

It was a whirlwind but soon, it was just Lee and Mikayla at the dinner table.
 
"Sooooo," Lee said as he found himself alone at the table with Mikayla. "What are the odds?" They both laughed at their current situation, and the laugh seemed to ease the awkwardness. Mikayla got up to clear the last few dishes from the table, and Lee insisted on helping her. The table now cleared, they helped themselves to another drink.

Noticing a pair of french doors leading out onto a patio, Lee suggested that they step outside to enjoy the evening. Besides, the dining room reminded him of the last hour and half of questioning from the General. Lee followed Mikayla outside, and after a few moments of silence, he finally decided to ask Mikayla what he'd been wondering for the last few days.

"So those men outside the club... one was the manager. As you'll recall, I had the pleasure of meeting him. The other... who was he? He seemed none too friendly."
 
"Oh..him.." Mikayla laughed nervously, not making eye contact with Lee, "That was the owner's brother. He causes trouble every now and then but really, he's harmless."

Not being a real drinker, Mikayla felt the night's drinks made her feel relaxed, so much so, she turned and leaned back on the railing, resting her elbows on it, "I want to thank you again for coming to my aide when you did. Do you always come to the rescue of strange women you don't know?"
 
Lee didn't believe for one second Mikayla's comment about the man outside the club being harmless. He could read people too well to believe that. He had seen the danger that the man posed, and he could hear the uneasiness in Mikayla's voice.

Nevertheless, Lee decided not to press the issue. He watched as Mikayla leaned back on the railing, her posture forcing her full breasts to press against her tight black shirt. An image of her in the club, straddling him, cupping her breasts with his hands flooded Lee's mind. He moved beside her, leaning against the rail, his body close enough to brush against hers.

"Well," he answered her, "I don't often run across women in trouble. But when I do, I certainly try to help them. And I can honestly tell you that I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for a woman as incredibly gorgeous as you are."

Lee surprised himself by saying that. It was out of character for him to be so... honest. He instantly regretted his words, feeling like he had just given Mikayla some sort of advantage over him because of his admission. He was not accustomed to being the one who was letting things slip out against his will.
 
With a smile, Mikayla leaned against Lee a little more. It flattered her that he said that about her. She could tell it wasn't just a line he had come up with, although it was one that she had heard before...

Just the way he said, she believed him and in a lowered voice, she ran a hand up his arm, still not yet making eye contact with him, "So, remember that dance I started for you at the club...well... how about we finish it in my room?"
 
Lee considered Mikayla's offer. He knew he shouldn't accept it. Getting involved with her would be a direct conflict with his job since he was investigating members of her father's staff. But for some reason, he didn't seem to be able to think rationally when he was around her.

Gulping down the remainder of his drink, Lee sat the empty glass down on the railing. He looked into Mikayla's eyes, trying to give himself one last chance to change his mind. He failed.

"Lead the way," he answered her.
 
"Lead the way"

Not that Mikayla needed any encouraging, she was going to get him up to her room tonight, that much she knew for sure half way through the dinner.

Lee wasn't like the other men in Mikayla's life. He was different. As corny as that sounded, he was different. He was older, didn't have that look of a military man yet he did... he treated her like a person, even though she had only known him for not even a whole day, she knew he was going to be involved in her life.

Taking his hand into hers, Mikayla shut off all the lights downstairs on the way up to her room. There was no one protest from Lee, not that she would've listened anyway..

Once inside her room, Mikayla turned on a small lamp which gave the room a nice, dare she say, romantic glow? Secretly she was glad her father had turned this into a guest room when she moved out other wise, she was sure she would've been embarrassed by all her things from her teen years still out.

Closing and locking the door, Mikayla once again grabbed Lee's hand and pulled him to the only chair in her room. She would've chosen the bed but had decided against it, thinking it would seem too forward...

A few more things were taken care of and soon soft music, playing lowly in the background and Mikayla looked at Lee.... there were no words spoken as she removed her shirt, revealing a black satin bra... "Are you ready?" She asked.
 
Lee could feel his heart rate increasing, and his cock growing, as Mikayla led him to a chair. He watched her as she locked the door and turned on the music. Suddenly, it was as if they were back in the VIP room at the club. Except this time, there was to manager to barge in and interrupt them Well, there was her father, but Lee guessed from the sound of his phone conversation that he wouldn't be returning home anytime soon.

Lee tried to slow his breathing as Mikayla removed her shirt. Damn she looked incredible! His memory of her didn't do her justice. Her tight, flat stomach led up to full, firm breasts which threatened to spill out of her black satin bra. He could feel his mouth getting dry, and he swallowed hard.

"Are you ready?"

Looking up into her eyes, Lee answered her. "This is all I've thought about since I first met you." He braced himself for what was to come.
 
She was again flattered and could only smile at his response as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, showing off a barely there thong. As soon as her pants were gone, she quickly straddled Lee on the chair and looked down at him as she rested on his lap.

This time...the one and only time since she started dancing for men and their money, Mikayla put her heart into it... She moved at a methodical pace and made sure to tease the hell out of him as she rubbed herself against his growing bulge in his pants.

She grabbed at his hands and guided them to the back of her bra, silently telling him to unhook it...
 
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