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Leaning over the sink, Michael splashed cold water on his flushed face He brushed his teeth and coers--routine actions that helped his arousal die down a little His sto had it been since he’d eaten? Yesterday maybe? Griffin had told hiaood Food would distract hi and headed for the main stairs He remembered Griffin’s rather idio stairs in the et rid of but Mo rooht

"The anal table?" Michael had asked

"Perfect height for anal sex," Griffin explained

So Michael descended the fk-off big stairs in the middle of the hall and turned left at the uessed A door on the left side of the hall stood slightly ajar From inside escaped soft sounds of pleasure

Quietly he crept to the door Inside the expansive, opulent dining room Michael saw Nora and Griffin Nora lay naked on the center of the enor cords of red silk bound her wrists to the table legs while her own legs lay splayed open at the edge Griffin, wearing nothing but leather pants that rested low on his trim hips, stood between her knees as he worked his hand into her Carefully he pushed first three, then four and finally all five of his fingers inside her straining body Michael winced but Nora seemed to enjoy it Her back arched and her hips rose off the table as Griffin’s entire hand disappeared inside her