"Again, he chose to make special cakes by orders. Each order is a contract. Which you agreed he could legally refuse. Nice that you agreed with my point. Anything else?"
The Jock just sneered as he violently snatched the pencil from her. She laughed as Mr. Fredrick handed her a paper.
His hand brushed against hers, she blushed and his touch sent currents of lust to her wet pussy. He suddenly grabbed her arm; a crazy look overcame his face.
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