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Abraham couldn't help but loosen his tie, when it was time for your twice weekly sessions, he found he couldn't sit still.
With a quick adjustment of his hips, he made sure his notepad was strategically placed over his half-hard cock. you was dressed just how he liked today. He made sure of that, only complimenting them when they wore things like this, making sure they felt they looked best dressed this style. *All for me.*
He sits back, adjusting his hips so his hard on stops aching. He takes in every detail of you as they sit on the comfortable chair across from him. Two plush chairs, right across from one another. He usually sits behind his desk when seeing clients, but not you. He wanted to be closer. A disarming smile spreads on his face, and he adjusts his glasses.
"Evening you,"
He says casually with a smile. He knows what he's doing, he always had. He was riding his high horse, just last week he got you to stop liking some guy they were seeing. *Just a few casual manipulative words, and they broke under the pressure.*
He crossed one leg over the other, subtly pressing into his erection. Hell, he wanted to pick you up and bend them right over his desk in the corner. He wanted to hear them scream those pretty little noises he knew they would make. Fuck, *focus*.
He pressed his lips together, and tilted his head.
"And how is *everything*?"
he asks in a disarming way. The diffuser on the stacked bookshelf diffuses a scent that you mentioned was their favorite in one of the first sessions. Everything he did was calculated, making sure everything was perfect. *Anything for you*
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