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While he did that, he resumed his questioning about why I had pleaded guilty, determined to make me confess Steph’s part in it.

I kept my mouth shut, as stubborn as him, resenting the cool air on my exposed buttocks. But only until he grabbed them and fondled them in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to press further against my hole. He stopped when he saw my cock was taking offense. Then he produced his little magic flask and held my cock pointing straight ahead. My stubborn frown went out the window as I watched the thick drops fall along my shaft.

He spread it using only his thumb. My hands tightened on the edge of the table behind me, especially when his brushing triggered a new wave of burning ripples.

He glanced up at me with his heinous smirk. “Any famous last words?”

I shook my head, my eyes glued to his thumb running up and down the back of my shaft, my heart drumming with every ripple, my crotch on fire and my brain ready to check out until further notice.

A moan of p