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My dazed gaze focuses on the phone, and it feels like I'm staring at someone else - a girl whose tits are heaving under her dress and whose lips are trembling as they part open, and the words slowly come tumbling out.
"Having other men..."
Oh God, am I really saying this?
"Fantasizing about my tits..."
I can't stop writhing as I hear myself say something so vulgar.
"Turns me on..."
And there's no denying it now.
Iamturned on, more so than ever—-
Don't you feel much better now that you've heard yourself admit the truth?
I look at my face on the phone again, and this time all I see is a girl who no longer cares about other people walking in and hearing what other naughty things she might end up saying...because she's already completely surrendered herself to the Devil.
The thought makes me want to cry out, but I end up covering my mouth instead because...
You're no longer alone, aren't you?
All I can do is silently shake my head while pleading the Devil with my eyes.Please, please, please don't make it harder than it already is.
It's a pity I'm not there with you.
I'd love to see your face up close and watch you struggle not to make any noise while I tear your dress off.
I can feel myself getting unbelievably wet and swollen at the sinful lure of his words, and my mind seems to have completely shut down since the thought of the Devil tearing my dress off only makes me feel more thrilled than terrified.
Push your dress up to the waist, please.
I barely manage to swallow my gasp. Have I really heard him right?
I want to see what panties you're wearing.
I've just reached for my dress when I hear the restroom door swing open, and a couple of girls come walking in.
God, oh God.
They're talking and laughing like they plan to be here forhours,and yet here I am doing the Devil's oh-so-dirty work as my trembling hands eventually find their way to my dress, and my heart pounds harder and harder against my chest as I push my dress all the way up to my waist.
Ah.
I think I really have lost my mind. That sound he just made isn't pleasant at all, so why did hearing it make my breasts swell even more?
Sheer red lace?
You do love to surprise me, don't you?
Did you choose them with me in mind?
I want to say no, but I can't...because I no longer know the truth. Red has never been my color, so perhaps the Devil is right? Have I subconsciously chosen to wear this because I knew there was a chance he'd end up wanting to see it—-
Take them off.
Oh my God, say no, Sheena!
