Leaving

The tone he used spoke miles of what he thought of…

…her leaving. Milly looked back over her shoulder.  The alpha males watched her go; two hungry eyes glued to her expensively implanted, perfect ass. Not even the voluptuous Octavia could boast of such a pair.

She shook her butt cheeks, anxious to leave a lasting impression on both men. No way was Octavia going to distract from her thrust; when their thoughts turned dirty, she wanted them to think…

What did she want them to think? Where did she get that ass work done? Is anything about her real? Stay tuned for Sadie’s next installment…

P J Perryman

Word count limits are for suckas!

Last time: “I had hoped to be under you, Mr. Slayde, but I love the…

…confidence you’re placing in me. I swear, I won’t let either of you down.”

Tex gave one last wink to Milly and left, leaving instructions for her to meet him later that day.

The moment the door was shut Slayde was up against her, molesting her personal bubble. “You will be careful around him,” he ordered. “I’ve known that rat bastard has been up to something and you are just what I need. Do what he says, do it well, but you will come and report to me every evening.”

Milly blinked. What had she…

What kind of double crossing office is she working in? Will I be kicked off the island for once again refusing to follow the rules? What will Tex ask her to do first? Get these answers, other answers, or no answer next time with Jill!

~sadie