In 2018, Freya Nightingale was poised to be the next big then in World Football, but three days before she was to join one of the biggest clubs in Europe, she vanished.
What will happen when Freya re-appears?
"Miss White." I say after pressing the intercom button here in my office. "I need to see you."
"Coming Mrs. Nightingale." My secretary says then I wait for the woman my wife and I are gonna fuck today to reach my office.
Raven and I are doing that sex tape thing.
We're filming this at the Secrets in Denver.
Apparently the Secrets clubs will build your sex tape set for you if you ask which is what we did.
"Yes Mrs. Nightingale." My secretary says as she stands in the doorway of my fake office then I look at her.
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"Come in Miss White." I say then Angela White does as asked. "And shut the door."
"Yes Ma'am." Angela says in a very flirty voice then she shuts the door.
"Come take a look of this." I say as I point to my computer then Angela comes over and sits in my lap. "I don't think I told you to sit on me."
"You know you love it Mrs. Nightingale." Angela says then she giggles causing me to roll my eyes.
"What'd you think of this?" I question as I point to my computer screen.
"Oh that looks very good Mrs. Nightingale." Angela says as she grinds her ass on my dick.
"Angela can I ask you something?" I question
"Yes Mrs. Nightingale." Angela says as she flips around and straddles me.
"I've heard some rumors about your feelings about me."
"Oh they're not rumors."
"I thought so" I say as I give Raven the hand sign to get ready to come out of her hiding spot. "I see the way you look at me every day."
"Do you get my gifts?" Angela hopefully asks.
"You mean do I get your thongs that you leave on my desk every morning?" I rhetorically question. "Yes I do."
"Yay." Angela cheers with a big smile.
"You wanna know a secret?" I whisper.
"What?" Angela whispers.
"I taste your juices from your thong every morning and dream of what it would be like from the source." I whisper.
"You wanna know what I taste like Mrs. Nightingale?"
"I dream of it pretty girl." I say.
"Maybe you could taste it right now." Angela says as she starts undoing my tie.
"It'd have to be our little secret Angela." I say then I grab the Aussie's chin and make her look into my eyes. "That means no telling anybody or else this is over."
