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Taming the Raider: The Missing Chapters

Part Two – Blue-Balling Zip

*Knock-knock*

Zip's knuckles rapped on the polished oak of Lara's bedroom door. In his other hand, he held a sterling silver service tray. The cafetiere of freshly brewed coffee balanced atop it clinked slightly as Zip's hand trembled. He wasn't really nervous, so much as apprehensive. After witnessing the shameless display of frankly malicious cock-teasing that Lara had inflicted on Alister earlier that evening, Zip could only speculate with equal parts trepidation and eager anticipation about what she had in store for him.

“It's open, Zip”, Lara's voice called out from the other side. “You can come in”.

The black techie gulped. Just the sound of her voice made his cock stir beneath his knee-length cargo shorts. Turning the door knob, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted was about what he expected.

Although he and Alister were strictly forbidden from entering Lara's bedroom unless expressly invited, both of them had snuck in on numerous occasions when their boss wasn't around. He couldn't speak for Alister, but most of Zip's prior forays into the Tomb Raider's inner sanctum had culminated in him climbing into her bed, savouring the scent of her lush body on the silken sheets, rifling through her wardrobe and fondling her tailor made outfits, and ultimately wrapping a pair of Lara's lacy panties around his cock and jerking himself off all over them. On several occasions he had even emptied his balls directly into one of her jars of expensive facial cream. The colour was more or less the same, he reasoned, and after mixing it in with a swizzle stick, the sharp chlorine stench of male ball juice was barely detectable over the well-heeled scent of Lara's $800-an-ounce Givenchy night cream.

The room itself was cavernous. It was divided into two main parts: an elevated sleeping area at the far end, and a large lounge-cum-dressing chamber directly adjacent to the door. A small staircase consisting of three steps that spanned the entire width of the room separated the two areas. As might be expected of an extravagantly rich upper-class heiress such as Lara, with a predilection for raiding the tombs of ancient fallen civilizations, the room's décor was at once pricelessly opulent, inestimably antique, and looted from the ruins of so many far-flung sites of archaeological intrigue as to preclude cultural or historical categorisation.

A scorched Greco-Roman bust pulled from the rubble of Pompei sat atop a Tibetan prayer cabinet inlaid with mammoth-tusk ivory and gilded with gold leaf. The incomplete jewels of a Mayan death mask sparkled magnificently in their backlit display case beside a restored steel sword blade that bore a striking resemblance to the one that Arthurian legend had its hero heave from a stone monolith at Camelot. The walls were adorned with framed oil painting by Renaissance masters, most of them landscapes, all of them originals; the collection had cost Lara a small fortune to put together. But when one inherits the vast wealth of one of Britain's most illustrious aristocratic families, a small fortune is easy to spend.

Polished oak floorboards creaked beneath Zip's heavy Timberland boots as he ventured in.

“Uh, Lara?”, he called out. “Boss, you in here?”

The Tomb Raider was nowhere to be seen. What drew Zip's attention, however, was the large pile of clothes slung haphazardly onto the seat and over the back of a nearby armchair. Layers of slinky evening gowns intermingled with lacy thigh-high stockings. But perhaps what really caught his eye were the numerous pairs of thong-cut panties and lingerie-like bras. He could already guess what kind of activities Lara had in mind for their evening together. After all, this wouldn't be the first time she had blue-balled the fuck of Zip while faux-innocently pumping him for 'fashion advice from a male perspective'.

“I'm in here, Zip”, Lara's voice echoed through from an adjoining walk-in closet, “I'll be out in a moment. Oh, is that coffee I smell?”

“Uh, yeah...”, Zip replied. “I brought up a pot, just like you asked, boss”. The black man craned his head around the doorway that led into Lara's huge walk-in closet.

His eyes went wide at what he saw – Lara's long toned legs and bare thong-split ass. Her upper body remained hidden around the corner as she leaned into a rack of dresses, sorting through the garments one by one with scrutinous eyes. She was wearing black pumps with five inch stiletto heels, which only served to accentuate the taut round globes of her perfect ass-cheeks. The strict incline of her high-arched feet made Lara's slender calves flex beautifully. Zip's cock pulsed with need inside his short, thickening and lengthening like a rising cobra as his eyes drank in the flawless backs of his boss's thick upper thighs. Changeable curves of soft feminine musculature rippled across the surface of her lush tan skin, promising strength, suppleness, and lavish sensual pleasure. It was all Zip could do at that moment not to pull out his cock and start jerking it off right there in the doorway.

“Wonderful”, Lara replied – luckily for Zip without looking back. “Just put it down on the table would you, and pour us each a cup, please. I'll be out in a jiffy”.

Zip still had the presence of mind to tear his eyes away from his boss's perky bubble-ass, and move back from the door before answering. Barely; his cock was already bobbing up to half-mast, tenting out the front of his shorts in a very obvious manner.

“Okay, boss”, he called back, moving over to the coffee table at the centre of the lounge area. “How do you take it?”

“Oh”, the teasing smile on Lara's lips was clearly discernible in her voice. “I like it strong. No sugar. Lots of cream”.

“Yeah, I bet you do”, Zip muttered under his breath, “fuckin' cock-teasin' white ho...”

“You say something, Zip?”, Lara inquired politely.

“Nah, nah”, Zip shot back in a hurry, almost spilling the coffee. “Not a thing, boss”.

He placed the cafetiere beside two porcelain cups on the coffee table. Glancing back over his shoulder, the techie made sure Lara wasn't coming, before quickly untying his shorts and pulling out his thick black cock. It was already well on its way to full hardness, but still retained a loose and rubbery elasticity along most of its twelve inch length. Pulling back his foreskin, Zip frowned down at the lumps of gooey off-white dick cheese that had built up around his glans. The whole head of his cock was practically dripping with pungent ball juice after he had been forced to witness Lara's incredibly hot, if maliciously executed, lap dance on Alister earlier in the evening.

“You want some cream, huh, Lara?”, he whispered under his breath, “I'll give you some fuckin' cream, bitch”.

Picking up one of the cups, Zip rubbed his thick precum-leaking cock head all around its rim, depositing a gooey layer of acrid ball slime right where Lara's lips were going to touch. Then he pushed the head of his cock down into her cup and wrung out his shaft with both hands, coaxing a steady stream of backed-up nut juice into the bottom of the white porcelain receptacle until it was nearly a centimetre deep. Grinning, the techie tucked his cock back inside his shorts and retied them. He had just enough time to pour coffee into Lara's cup before she emerged from the changing room. The Tomb Raider's heels clicked across the floorboards as she strode over to join him.

“Can you do me favour, Zip?”, Lara started, tucking a few loose strands of glossy chestnut hair back behind her ear as the techie turned to face her.

“Uh, sure, boss”, Zip gulped, “what do you need?”.

His cock twitched in his shorts at the sight that greeted him. Lara looked like a million dollars. She had untied her ponytail now, so her long brunette hair was free to tumble down around her shoulders in thick and lustrous waves; it framed the Tomb Raider's beautiful face and reached all the way down to the small of her back, almost brushing against the tops of her buttocks. He guessed his boss had spent the past twenty minutes or so carefully applying make-up to her face too, since her full naturally pouting lips were now a glossy shade of rich crimson. Likewise, her big hazel eyes looked irresistibly sultry, outlined as they were with smoky eyeliner and subtly mascaraed eyelashes. And unless Zip was very much mistaken, Lara had even applied a little blusher to her cheeks; the elegant curves of his boss's model-like cheekbones looked absolutely stunning, accentuated as they were by the faint hues of pinkish warmth he could detect on the flawless plains of her cheeks.

But it was the Tomb Raider's outfit that really made Zip's eyes, and his crotch, bulge. To say it was a little black dress would be an understatement, or perhaps an overstatement. It was strapless, leaving Lara's slender shoulders bare, and had a dangerously low neckline that cut straight across the middle of her breasts, barely covering her nipples. As Zip's eyes were helplessly drawn down over Lara's svelte curvy body, they were greeted by a buoyant valley of lightly tan cleavage. His boss's tits looked ready to burst forth at any moment from beneath the single layer of diaphanous silk stretched taut across their surface. Needless to say, Lara's perky nipples were clearly visible beneath the fine black fabric. Zip could even make out the goose-bumped circles of her puckered aureoles. The middle of the dress left Lara's supple abs completely bare. It was cut off about a centimetre below the undersides of her tits, and the lower portion didn't wrap itself around her flaring hips until several inches below Lara's cute pink bellybutton. The entire garment was held together with straps at the back, Zip now realized, as his boss turned around to face away from him

“It's just this zipper!”, she huffed, glancing over her shoulder. “I can't seem to do it up by myself. Would you be a gentleman, Zip, and help me out?”

Lara snaked one hand around the back of her head and pulled the glossy brown mass of her hair forward over her right shoulder. Zip's cock strained hard against the front of his shorts when he saw just how far down the zipper on Lara's dress went. It was open all the way down to the middle of her buttocks. The techie could clearly make out the upper curvatures of his boss's taut ass-cheeks, split down the middle by a lacy black thong.

“I'm afraid you'll have to hold the fabric down over my bum, Zip”, Lara glanced back at him. “Otherwise that zipper will never close”.

“Uh-huh”, Zip nodded, barely holding himself back, “I got it, boss. No worries”.

Placing one palm on the underside of Lara's butt, having to push it up slightly between her ass-cheeks in order to keep the slippery fabric from sliding up over her hips, Zip took the zipper of her dress between his forefinger and thumb and started tugging it slowly upwards.

“Such a gentleman”, Lara smiled back at him, arching one teasing eyebrow that made Zip's balls ache with need.

As he gradually raised the zipper up over her lower back, Lara maintained smouldering eye-contact with her employee. The look of amusement on her beautiful face could only be compared with the expression that a cruel lion-trainer might have when holding up a thick and juicy steak before the eyes of a hungry male lion that had been clapped in irons, and was therefore completely incapable of obtaining the object it so learned after. Lara's ass felt heavenly beneath Zip's palm. Her flesh was taut yet yielding, her thick glutes warm and malleable beneath the smooth black silk of her dress. He had his palm pressed up between her buttocks, his fingers curling down between her thighs as she stood with her heels planted roughly shoulder-width apart before him. The techie could literally feel the heat emanating from Lara's barely covered pussy mere millimetres away from his fingertips. But it might as well have been a mile away for all the good it was going to do Zip's needy black cock, twitching and straining in the confines of his shorts like a caged anaconda.

Finally, he reached the apex of Lara's zipper, and with equal parts relief and crushing disappointment removed his palm from between her buttocks.

“Thank you so much, Zip”, Lara consoled him.

Reaching back with both hands, she smoothed the seat of her dress down over her plump bubble-ass. Working the wrinkles out of its shimmering black silk, she eased her palms slowly down over her lower back, and then further still, down over the curves of her thick and supple ass-cheeks – putting on a show that she knew Zip would find impossible to resist. She had to tug down hard on the lower hemline of her dress, wiggling her hips from side to side as she did so, in order to make sure it stretched down low enough to cover the undersides of her ass-cheeks, such was the scandalously revealing cut of her outfit.

“You're welcome, boss”, Zip ground his teeth in frustration.

But Lara was right. His eyes were completely mesmerized by the show she was putting on. As much as he wanted to tell his hot young boss straight up that she was a fucking cock-teasing cunt, maybe smack her around some – possibly even bend her over her dressing table and stretch out her tight ass with all fourteen thick inches of his black fuck meat – another part of Zip's mind, a deeper, more depraved part that Lara had nurtured relentlessly over the past couple years of vindictive blue-balling, actually enjoyed this. It had become a kind of ritual between the techie and his boss: Lara always curious to see just how far she could push Zip before he either came in his shorts or finally grew a pair, metaphorically, threw her onto her bed, tore off her panties with animalistic lust, and tried to rape her; and he never really sure what Lara's true intentions were, other than to make his balls ache with backed up nut, and therefore never gaining the self confidence needed to either speak his mind, tell Lara exactly just how much of cock-baiting bitch she really was, or else transform his after-the-fact masturbation fantasies into realities by taking control of the situation and giving the Tomb Raider the good hard punish-fucking that she so richly deserved – and, indeed, secretly craved.

“Just a quick question, Zip”, Lara turned to face the gawking techie. “This is a little embarrassing, but, well... can you see my nipples through this dress?”

Squaring her shoulders, she arched her lower back and pushed her chest out, causing the tight black silk covering her breasts to pull taut over the surface of her perfect DD-cup tits.

Zip gulped, his eyes magnetically drawn down to Lara's chest. She had just given him permission to stare at her tits, after all, so he had no qualms whatsoever about the obviousness of his down-blouse gaze. The glossy black fabric of her dress looked almost ready to split open as it strained to contain Lara's generous mammaries. The Tomb Raider followed his gaze down to her chest. Even she admit to admit it: her nipples were clearly visible. Two pert peaks of tender pink flesh that capped the tips of her tear-drop shaped breasts. They stretched out the front of her dress like a couple of small concealed erasers, actually tenting out the silk and causing a subtle bridging effect that spanned the deep gap of cleavage dipping down between her firm braless melons.

“Uh... yeah”, Zip mumbled, not really sure how else to answer Lara's question. “You can see them a little, I guess”.

“Oh, damn...”, Lara pouted. “I don't want to look like a slut when I go to visit Takeshiro”.

She thumbed her lower lip thoughtfully, pretending not to notice Zip's lingering gaze.

“I mean, I want to seduce him”, she continued, “that's an important part of the mission. But I'm a little concerned about how it might look if, for example, it's cold when I meet him, and maybe... my nipples might become erect...”

She looked up at Zip, feigning innocence with a doe-eyed expression, then brought her hands up to her chest, cupping both of her breasts in her own palms. The Tomb Raider's luscious tits looked somehow even bigger when contrasted against her small feminine hands and elegantly slender fingers. Zip felt beads of sweat trickle down the back of his neck as he watched Lara's immaculately manicured, crimson-glossed digits – the forefinger and middle finger on each of her hands – flick teasingly back and forth over her silk-covered nipples.

Knowing she had her captive audience right where she wanted him, with his balls grasped firmly in the palm of her hand, Lara put on quite a show for Zip. Biting her lower lip and gazing up at him with pleading eyes, she slowly circled the outlines of her aureoles with the tips of her fingernails. Seeing Zip's nostrils flare, and out of the corner of her eye catching a glimpse of his cock-bulge straining hard against the front of his shorts, she took her own perky nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and gently pinched them beneath the slippery black silk of her dress. Lara let out a barely audible gasp as she did so, which drew a nervous groan of lust from deep within Zip's muscular chest.

By the time she was finished, the techie was a sweat-drenched trembling mess. A dark patch of misfired pre-ejaculate darkened the front of his shorts as he gawked, wide-eyed, mesmerized by Lara's luscious breasts and her fully erect nipples.

“So... how about now?”, she asked innocently. “You can be honest with me, Zip. I promise not to take offence... Do I look like a slut in this dress?”

About a dozen responses flashed through Zip's head, all of them in the affirmative. But he knew they weren't what his boss wanted to hear.

“Nah, Lara, you look great”, he managed to croak out. “Seriously, boss, this Takeshiro dude'd have to be a damn homo to resist you in that dress. Even then, I wouldn't like his chances”.

Lara smiled, pretending to look relieved.

“You're so sweet, Zip”, she glanced up at him coquettishly, then leaned in and gave Zip an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

The techie inhaled deeply as Lara's moist lips brushed against his stubble, savouring the scent of her expensive perfume. A subtle hint of vanilla. Dry sandalwood. Exotic flora. The warm aroma of her sun-burnished skin beneath these ambrosial fragrances literally made the techie's heart lurch in his chest – not to mention his cock burn with need between his thighs. Another spurt of gooey ball juice oozed gelatinously from the eye of his dick and dribbled down the inside of Zip's shorts. It took all of his remaining self control not to just grab Lara firmly by her ass, force his lips onto hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth in a violent French kiss.

“But where are my manners?”, Lara suddenly pulled away from their warm embrace. “You must tired after your long, hard day, Zip”.

She gestured at the plush fabric armchair onto which she had slung her various lacy undergarments and evening gowns.

“Here, you should take a seat. Just let me clear away these things for you first”.

She turned away from the dumbstruck techie and started tidying up the garments strewn all over the armchair. In doing so, Lara bent over at her waist and pushed her ass out until it was mere millimetres away from Zip's bulging crotch.

“Oh, shit....”, Zip dry-swallowed.

His balls aching with backed-up nut, the black man's eyes traced the contours of Lara's flaring hips. The way her slim girlish waist exploded out to form the Tomb Raider's thick and juicy peach of an ass was simply breathtaking. As she leaned forward to collect up her bras, panties, stockings and garter belts from the back of the armchair, Lara's tight black dress rode up over the backs of her thighs and laid bare the taut round undersides of her ass-cheeks. Zip's fists clenched. His jaw muscles bulged. The crotch of Lara's panties was stretched taut over the surface of her plump pussy mound. As she leaned further forward, spreading her legs shoulder-width apart to stay balanced, he could clearly make out the heart-shaped bulge of her sleek cunt lips beneath the couple square inches or so of seamless black satin. The impulse to grab his boss's flaring hips, rip away her panties, pull out his cock and sheath it balls deep in the searing heat of her tight wet pussy, right at that moment, was almost more than Zip could take.

“Okay”, Lara finally straightened up. Turning to face Zip with an armful of lingerie, she smiled up at him knowingly. “Take a load off, Zip. You must just be aching for some hard-earned rest”.

“Yeah, boss”, Zip shuffled past her, his cock-bulge brushing against Lara's bare right thigh as she refused to move out of his way. “Now that you mention it, I am pretty hard – I-I mean tired!”, he blurted, slouching down into the deep cushy armchair.

Lara arched an eyebrow, posing before her employee with one hand on her hip. Zip's erection was almost too obvious to ignore anymore. Tenting out his shorts like a flagpole, the thick column of meat was visibly throbbing as Zip spread his legs and made himself comfortable. She could have literally taken his pulse from ten feet away. Still, it wasn't time yet, Lara reminded herself. She could still wring a little more entertainment from her long-suffering employee before giving him what he wanted – or at least, what he thought he wanted.

“So, as I mentioned earlier, Zip”, Lara started, “I'm still having a hard time deciding what to wear on my mission tomorrow. Maybe this dress is okay, but what I really need your opinion on is... well, this is a little embarrassing...”, she broke off. Intentionally allowing herself to blush, Lara fanned her face with her hand. She averted her eyes and smiled demurely, for a moment looking like a shy schoolgirl on her first date.

It was all an act, and Zip knew it; but that didn't make his boss's performance any less alluring. Watching The Lara Croft, scourge of the criminal underworld, billionairess and world renowned Tomb Raider, pout and blush like a nervous teenager – while wearing a dress that most high-class hookers would find borderline appropriate for turning tricks in – was absolutely irresistible. Despite himself, Zip felt compelled to comfort her.

“It's okay, Lara”, he soothed, “don't worry yourself, girl. Trust me...”, Zip snaked one hand down inside his deep shorts pocket, wrapped it around his shaft, and started jerking it off with short cautious strokes, “... anythin' you say in here, stays in here, boss. I ain't the kinda guy to go braggin' 'round about ho-*ahem* girls, I mean”.

“That's so sweet of you, Zip”, Lara smiled. “So, what I really want to know is, which of these would a man find most attractive?”. She dropped her armful of lingerie into Zip's lap.

The techie blinked with surprise as the plethora of lacy undergarments rained down on his cock-bulge.

“There's just so many of them”, Lara feigned exasperation. “Would you mind picking some out for me, Zip, then I can try them on, and you can let me know what you think?”.

“Uhhh... okay”, was all that Zip's lust-fogged mind could come up with. Had he died and gone to heaven during their meeting earlier that evening, he wondered briefly. But then the unsated length of pulsating cock-meat burning with need in his shorts reminded the techie that he was still pretty fucking far from the pearly gates.

He pawed through the collection of expensive satin and silk lingerie piled in his lap. Lacy thong panties. Ass-hugging boy shorts that he just knew would bunch up deliciously in the crevice of Lara's thick and supple ass-cleavage. Thigh-high stocking with intricately filigree garters. Push-up bras, half-cup bras, and strapless bras in a variety of different colours and fabrics. The selection was cock-boggling. And even better, the heavy blanket of undergarments piled on his lap made it easier for Zip to secretly jerk himself off without Lara noticing, which was exactly what he now did as she stood before him, expectantly awaiting his decision.

“I think we're gonna start with these, boss”, the techie finally made up his mind.

Lara narrowed her eyes, regarding his selection with an unamused expression. Zip had picked out the tiniest pair of semitransparent, lace-trimmed, black and gold thong panties in her entire collection. In his other hand, he held up a matching bra, also in black and gold, see-through and strapless, which Lara knew from experience would cover barely one third of her generous DD-cup tits. If she put these on, her employee would be able to see every smooth square inch of the Tomb Raider's curvaceous athletic figure. Still, Lara shrugged, a deal was a deal. And it wasn't like Zip could make anything happen if she didn't want it to. The pussy-hungry techie could gawk all he liked, Lara decided, as she snatched the garments from Zip's hand; if he tried to touch without her permission, the Tomb Raider would take great pleasure in crushing his balls beneath the heel of her Christian Louboutin patent leather pumps – perhaps even literally, if Zip pushed his luck.

Switching back to her faux-innocent expression, she reached behind her back, then hesitated before pulling down her dress' zipper.

“Umm... you don't mind, do you, Zip?”, she asked, making the techie's balls ache with her wide hazel doe-eyes. “I mean, you're not going to feel too uncomfortable if I get changed in front of you, are you?”

Zip smacked his lips. They were dry as a desert snake's discarded skin.

“Ah, nah, Lara”, he shook his head. “Don't you worry 'bout me. I'm just here to help you make the right choice, you know, like give you some advice from a man's point of view, that kinda thing”.

Looking relieved, Lara unzipped the back of her dress, then pulled the skin-tight black garment down over her body. Zip nearly came in his shorts when his boss's perfect tits bounced into view. This was by no means the first time he had seen them. Through a clandestinely installed network of CCTV cameras that he and Alister had set up around Croft Manor over the past year or so, both of the Tomb Raider's live-in employees had spent countless hours jerking off over sometimes pre-recorded, other times livestreamed footage of their boss' smoking hourglass curves. But this was the first time that Zip had ever seen Lara's naked body first-hand, in person, less than three feet away from his awestruck eyes.

“You're such a good friend, Zip”, Lara smiled at the techie, bending over to slide her dress down over her thighs. She doubled over at her waist, keeping her long toned legs straight as she pulled the skimpy garment down to her ankles and stepped out of it.

“You know I think that's why I feel so comfortable around you”, she continued. “it's almost like you're my male BFF. I feel like I can tell you almost anything and you won't judge me, like some men might”.

“Yeah, I'm all about acceptance, Lara”, Zip managed to choke out, his fake smile looking more like a pained grimace as he cautiously beat off his cock beneath the pile of lingerie. “I wouldn't judge you no matter what, girl, you can trust me”.

Lara's breasts jiggled deliciously as she straightened up before him. Another heavy spurt of pre-ejaculate sludged against the inside of Zip's shorts. His boss's nipples were perhaps the most perfect pair of tit-tips the techie had ever seen. Her silver-dollar sized aureoles were a mouthwatering shade of light bubblegum pink. Right at that moment, no questions asked, Zip would have sold his soul for a chance to slap the underside of his cock hard against Lara's perfect nipples, sandwich his thick black shaft deep in the valley of her soft tan cleavage and slide it back and forth with hard tit-juddering strokes until he unloaded his balls all over his boss's beautiful face.

“Hey, maybe later on, you can paint my toenails, huh?”, Lara smiled brightly. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her thong panties, she tugged them down her long muscular legs.

Zip grimaced.

You one friend-zoned black motherfucker, he thought to himself. But still, the techie reflected, if tonight was anything to go by, then Lara was a friend, or more accurately a boss, with some sweet fucking fringe benefits.

He resigned himself to settle in and watch the show – one hand buried deep in his shorts' pocket, jerking off his painfully hard cock with firm, slow strokes as Lara peeled off and pulled on pair after pair of silk stockings that whispered subaudibly over her smooth tan thighs, squeezed her luscious breasts into the cups of lacy push-up bras – not that the Tomb Raider's buoyant white melons needed any pushing-up at all – and tugged the satin seats of numerous thongs up between her thick and flawless ass-cheeks, until they vanished from view, deep inside the untanned, snow-white crevice of her supple gymnast's ass.

To be continued...

Post script note: in case readers are wondering, this is by no means the end of the scene – only the first half really. Part 3 of the missing chapters will continue on directly from where this one leaves off. I plan to have Lara turn nasty in Part 3 and inflict some really fucked up blue balling on her poor employee... coming up next

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