The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Wendy slammed the car door smugly. "Does that really matter? Just remember to take a few photos of yourself with her along with a video. As we've discussed, you're free to do whatever you want with her." The thug, who had spent his days indulging in online fantasies of love with Melody, found himself tongue-tied in her presence. "I... I only did it to get off. I never expected you to bring her to me! Who are you? And how did you manage all this?"

A flicker of awkwardness appeared across Wendy's face as she realized she was nothing more than just a minor celebrity with no name for herself-a nobody. That man knew Melody rather than her, and she steeled herself with determination to see everything through to completion instead of failing like the last time around.

"My identity doesn't matter. Bring her in, but don't lay a finger on her until I say so," Wendy instructed.

The man chuckled in exhilaration at the unexpected turn of events. As he carried Melody inside, he could not resist stroking her face and marveling at how flawless her skin was. "I never thought this day would come," he muttered in disbelief, feeling as though he was extremely lucky.

From that day on, he would have bragging rights among all his friends. The privilege of ravishing a celebrity like her was something no other person had ever experienced.

Once inside, Wendy hastily tied Melody's hands and feet with hemp rope. She was so rough with Melody that the thug protested and urged her to be gentler.

Wendy, however, sneered and dismissed his concerns. "Do you see her as your girlfriend or something?"

later, so is it wrong for me

job seemed botched, with patches of yellow looking particularly uneven. The clothes

taint Melody's body came as a delight to

Melody would kneel before her and beg to be freed. She wanted Melody to believe that there was hope, only

the gangster was escorted to another room,

figure had

at home so often that she did

hunger.