Maia’s once flat tummy was like the back of some weird tropical lizard, full of bumps from rounded corners rubbing uncomfortably against Mr. Okxxx As a personal victory no one else would appreciate, she had not cried, nor begged him to be more gentle as he pushed the camera corner of her phone against her tiny asshole while fish-hooking the rim vertically with two fingers. Not a twitch of pain made it to her face when she confidently compressed her distended rectum against the seat of her chair. “It’s not mine,” Maia had said. Mr. But, she was determined to act too normal for people to know. Maia clenched the edges of her desk at the first pulse of the first vibration. With so many to go, it made sense for Mr.
