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Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones.
" "The letter-" I started, but he brushed his fingers across my pussy, preventing me from breathing at all for a few seconds. "Professor Bradley got wind from Pete that I was wanting to take some more classes to get my masters.
Because you had to be there.
Each time I psyched myself up, something happened that made me lose my nerve.
"I told him I wouldn't marry him unless he confronted you.
But a year later, here we still were. Him silently rubbing it in my face with his mere presence that he'd gotten one up on me, coming and going as he pleased.