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The one I'd gone without spending beyond bills and minimal groceries for six months so I could afford it.
Which started me thinking. If I was one of those candidates, did I want to work there permanently manning the front desk.
"Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside. Chris leaned down and captured one straining nipple in his mouth-evidence of which side was winning.
Instead, he approached from behind, across the mattress. Shivers rippled up my spine at the feeling of his fingertips tracing my hips with the lightest touch.
"Yes, I did. The money issue was hard to handle.
Please understand, I was a different guy back then. Still searching for my identity.
We'd eventually settled on standing naked in the corner, bent over with my legs spread and my wrists bound to my ankles, my ass bared to the room. It was uncomfortable and somewhat humiliating, but not painful.