My First Blindfolded Threesome in the Bank Office: Innocence Shattered
In Mr. L.’s bank office. Eleven a.m. appointment. Late, as always. I rush in, breathless. Black skirt, blouse, heels. Ponytail swings. Mascara quick. Heart races already. Secretary points the way. Knock. Warm voice: enter. He knows my file. Solutions for my money mess. But his eyes… insistent. Piercing. My stomach flips. Heat rises. The Approach…