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seat when the buzzing in her ass started. He shot her an innocent look and asked her if her pasta was okay. Well, if he was going to play it like that, she would, too. She would just ignore the periodic buzzing in her ass and her rising arousal. No matter how much her pussy dripped, she would just ignore it.
    Yes, she could do this. She could talk about the stores and greenhouses and plants and, god damn it, current events, despite the periodic buzzing in her ass.
    She could see Markus’s puzzled expression at her lack of reaction. She watched him fiddle with the remote control with his left hand while he, oh so casually, continued eating. When the buzzing came again, it was even stronger and instead of a constant buzz, had some kind of pattern. She saw Markus’s grin of satisfaction when she couldn’t hide her reaction any more. He let it run for a few more seconds and then turned it off while they ate dessert, discussing the Seattle Seahawks’ chances in the current season. She couldn’t let the evening go by without asking him about his work. He’d been a high-powered prosecutor. Now he was a public defender and legal aid lawyer working for peanuts. Why?
    “Why? Because by the time I saw the criminals it was too late to do anything but throw their asses in jail. Most of them were career criminals and were never going to change. But occasionally, I saw someone young and scared where there was still a chance to steer then right, but the system was stacked against them. Here in Hope and the surrounding counties, there are young people on the cusp of making a choice. Jackson and I can make a difference. From Jackson’s early intervention programs to my helping families navigate through the legal maze to both of us being involved in youth crime prevention and diversion programs down at the Hope Family and Recreation Centre, I feel that I am making a difference. And as for the salary, Jackson and I come from money. Neither of us really has to work, but we both weren’t raised that way. We want to make a difference in our community.”
    All in all, it was a pleasant, normal date, butt plug excepting. When they got back to her place and Markus walked her to the door, she almost expected him to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and leave, but he leaned down and took the door keys from her hand.
    “I’m stuck in court all week and probably won’t be able to see you until Saturday, so I have to make tonight carry us through the week. So, baby, I’m going to make your toes curl tonight.”
    He opened the door, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her through it. Before she could even catch a breath, he had her naked and tied her hands and feet, to the headboard with a pillow under her butt to raise it up, so she was fully exposed to his gaze. “Come on, Markus. Do you have to tie me up?” she said in a wheedling tone. “Just think what I could do with my hands free.”
    “That’s exactly what I’m thinking about,” he answered. “I’m so hot for you I’ll come at the slightest touch. But I’ve got four days’ worth of orgasms to give you so you don’t feel neglected until Saturday. And then we are going to pick you up first thing in the morning and take you to our house and fuck your brains out for the next thirty-six hours. Sound like a plan?” He said this so casually as he positioned himself so close to her pussy that she could feel his breath on her. She gushed cream just from the thought of his mouth on her.
    “Um, ah...ahhhhrrrgghhh.” She thought it sounded like a fine plan, but all coherent thought fled at the feel of his tongue on her slit. It didn’t take much work on his part to bring her to the edge. She fully expected him to tease her like Jackson did and make her wait, but, true to his word, he just kept working his magic tongue, and she felt an orgasm rip through her. She went limp, but not for long and he kept working her, this time sliding a finger inside her. She could feel another