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Celia Sykes
On Call for the Billionaire: Caught and Punished
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1600079On Call for the Billionaire: Caught and Punishedhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/on-call-for-the-billionaire-caught-and-punished/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/392778/364d55eb-8c01-4e14-bd7f-22c24db779d5.jpg?v=6383345131317000006161MXNCelia SykesInStock/Ebooks/1579048On Call for the Billionaire: Caught and Punished6161https://www.gandhi.com.mx/on-call-for-the-billionaire-caught-and-punished/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/392778/364d55eb-8c01-4e14-bd7f-22c24db779d5.jpg?v=638334513131700000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20121230000016373_W3siaWQiOiI3MjQxZDM3Yi1lZmZiLTQzMzEtYmEwNS0yMWQxOThkMGFhNGUiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMDctMTFUMDA6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d1230000016373_<p>Since taking a job at a hedge fund, Amy has had a thing for her boss, Jackson Blake. Hes handsome and charismatic, and he always brings her a cup of coffee to start the morning, but things take a turn for the interesting when Amy accidentally listens in on one of Mr. Blakes private phone calls.</p><p>Surprised and turned on by what she hears, Amy begins eavesdropping on Mr. Blakes sensual private calls. She knows she shouldnt do it, but shes just so turned on by what she hears that she cant resist pleasuring herself right there in the office. What Amy doesnt know is that shes about to get caught or that Mr. Blake has a very special punishment in store.</p><p>AN EXCERPT:</p><p>It all started a few months ago, by mistake really. Youd think Id have gotten better with the phone system, given how many calls each day I had to send through to Mr. Blake, but I just couldnt get it right. Maybe I was caught off guard by the sultry female voice requesting Mr. Blake in a vaguely European accent. Or maybe it was the fact that she called him Jackie, but when I transferred the call, I screwed something up and somehow stayed on the line. What I heard next would change me forever.<br />Tell me what youre wearing, Jackson Blake calmly commanded the woman. Im assuming that youre still at my place.<br />Of course I am. Im in your bedroom waiting for you. Are you coming back soon? Im getting very lonely. And Im wearing that pencil skirt you like so much. I should add Im not wearing anything else.<br />I looked up and down the office and pressed the mute button on my phone. It was late on a Friday, and most of the staff had cleared out for the weekend. I knew I shouldnt be listening in on Mr. Blakes call like this, but I couldnt help myself. And since there was no one around to notice, I tightened my grip and listened as Mr. Blake carefully instructed the woman to walk over to the full-length mirror next to his bed and ordered her to run her hand down over her tight stomach to the top of the skirt.<br />Talia, I want you to pull it up just high enough that you can see the first hint of your pubic hair. Just enough so that you can see your beautiful pussy in the mirror.<br />I felt a rush of excitement at that detail and let my hand trace down to my thigh as I listened.<br />I want you to lightly rub yourself. Play with your clit. After youve rubbed for a moment, I want you to lick your index finger and run it back over yourself. I want you to moan for me as you do so.<br />I almost gasped as I realized that I had begun to rub myself just listening to him, but instead of hearing myself, I heard Talia moaning deeply into the phone. There was something about imagining her sultry moan as my own that turned me on, that made me feel sexy and desirable.<br />I like that very much, Jackie, she added between moans.<br />Good. Now I want you to put the phone on speaker and lay it down on the bed. Youll need both your hands for what I need you to do next.<br />I continued to imagine myself as the woman on the other end of the line. She was probably a model, tall with dark hair and dark eyes. I imagined her body as a sexier version of my own, her breasts a little larger and her lips full, almost pouting as she touched herself at Mr. Blakes command.</p>1230000016373_Celia Sykes3d1f5344-6a9e-4c48-aa48-2ddc9179d052_1230000016373;1230000016373_1230000016373Celia SykesInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/be46055a-b643-4fc6-ae28-9d7ea498122c-epub-b2f87c87-7af8-4e99-8a4b-6df5e986c785.epub2012-09-08T00:00:00+00:00Celia Sykes