As expected.
Just as Freya Bates finished speaking.
The bound Jocelyn Tate reacted.
Her breathing beca rapid, the rhythm of her chest rising and falling began to quicken.
Her complexion flushed with a series of red hues.
At that mont, Jocelyn Tate only felt her heart racing, her body emanating waves of heat from inside out.
"I... what's happening to ? I..."
Realizing sothing was wrong, Jocelyn pinched herself, trying to stay awake.
However, it was of no use.
It wasn't like other aphrodisiacs that make the body weak and consciousness fade after taking effect.
Not like this at all.
At this mont, her consciousness was still clear, and her body was not disturbed in any way, yet from deep within her heart, a surge of desire welled up, her mind filled with images of sexual intercourse.
The area on her chest was bulging as if longing for soone to squeeze hard with their hand.
Between her legs, there was a tingling sensation spreading.
As if countless little bugs were nibbling, sothing had to be thrust in to smooth this unbearable itch.
It worked.
Freya Bates smiled slightly.
He walked up to Jocelyn Tate and untied the ropes.
Dwight Young had told him.
As long as this drug took effect, even if Jocelyn was released, she wouldn't resist or run away, because her body was filled with nothing but swelling desire.
As expected.
The mont the rope was untied.
Jocelyn's hand started rubbing over her private area through her clothes.
The strength grew, the reactions intensified.
She kept murmuring, "Hot, so hot, really hot..."
Today, she wore a loose green long-sleeve casual shirt on top.
Loose and sloppy.
Under her vigorous pulling, the buttons of the shirt were forcibly torn open.
The light green lace bra inside was slightly exposed.
It still seed insufficient.
With swift motions, she undid the bra, threw it aside, and with her right hand climbed up the peaks, squeezing the soft, bouncing flesh as if trying to burst them.
The large mounds were deford under such pressure, yet she seed not satisfied enough.
This scene.
It was the first ti Freya Bates had seen anything like it.
He couldn't help but lick his lips, swallowing his saliva.
He too wanted to rush up and pin Jocelyn down, but reason told him he shouldn't do it, once he touched Jocelyn, the nature of everything would change, and he could end up spending the rest of his life in prison.
After the "massage" on her upper body.
It seed not to "quench the thirst".
Jocelyn sat down on the spot.
She hiked her pencil skirt up to her waist.
The matching light green panties were almost in full view.
Her slender fingers first rubbed through the fabric.
Under the semi-transparent material, glimpses of the Black Forest were visible, the hidden area bursting out like a floodgate, soaking the entire cotton fabric at an astonishing speed.
It was almost ti.
About ti to begin.
Freya Bates opened the white bag.
He took out a cara and hung it around his neck.
Then, he approached the lust-driven Jocelyn Tate and dumped the few "toys" from the bag in front of her.
These female self-satisfaction toys were almost irresistibly tempting to Jocelyn at that mont.
The mont they appeared in front of her.
Her eyes glowed with a fiery light.
She swiftly grabbed a toy phallus.
Rubbing it several tis against her chest, it seed unsatisfying.
She pulled aside the fabric covering her mysterious place a bit, and after revealing the pink fountain, she aid with the toy and gently pushed it all in.
It seed to bring her great satisfaction.
Jocelyn tilted her head back and began to "howl."
This was a scene of sha.
Also a scene of absurdity.
Moreover, there was an outsider taking pictures of her with a cara, but Jocelyn didn't care at all, which showed how potent the drug's effects were.
Freya Bates took advantage of the ti and snapped pictures.
Dwight Young's purpose was simple.
He wanted to obtain these pictures of Jocelyn self-pleasuring and then expose them, so Jocelyn would be put in the lilight.
Once the topic about the Gable Group heir self-pleasuring in a warehouse spread.
There was no need to say it; the group's reputation would be dragged through the mud, and the group's shareholders wouldn't allow soone like Jocelyn to take over the group's affairs, accomplishing the goal.
Why choose Freya Bates to do it?
It's very simple.
There was a conflict between them.
Once it happened, Freya Bates would take the fall and shoulder all the responsibility, and logically, it made sense.
At that mont, Freya Bates.
Felt his breathing turning ragged too.
As these scenes were simply too thrilling for him.
Jocelyn's face and figure were better than Talia's before, which stirred an evil thought within him.
Since Jocelyn didn't mind being fild.
If I go forward, wouldn't she throw herself at ?
Even if a relationship happened, it wouldn't be counted as rape, right?
A wicked voice in his heart kept coaxing him.
His last line of defense collapsed.
He took down the cara and walked step by step towards Jocelyn.
Once before her.
He crouched down.
Watching the place where the toy rged with her, just as he was about to extend his hand, sothing unknown flew out with a whoosh from the darkness and struck his forehead with a clang.
"Ouch."
Freya Bates staggered and sat on the ground.
Angrily asked, "Who? Who is in there?"
At that mont.
A figure erged between a pile of goods.
As the vision cleared up, Freya Bates saw clearly that the person before him was none other than Dirk Carter.
"It's you?"
Freya Bates frowned and asked.
Dirk Carter didn't respond to him.
Instead, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground.
Step by step, approaching Freya Bates.
Freya Bates panicked.
He grabbed the cara from the ground and prepared to flee.
But when he reached the door of the warehouse, he found that it was locked from the outside and couldn't be opened.
No way out.
He also picked up a wooden stick, trembling, wanting to face Dirk Carter.
Before he could even pose, he heard a thud.
A wooden stick hit the back of his head from behind, and he blacked out, collapsing to the ground.
He then saw.
Standing behind Freya Bates was Aziel Grant.
"Dirk, what should we do next?"
Aziel Grant asked.
Dirk Carter turned back to look at Jocelyn Tate.
Said, "I'll take her back to the office, and you handle this guy as we discussed earlier."
"Alright, you go, leave this to ."
After Aziel Grant agreed.
Dirk Carter took off his coat and covered it over Jocelyn, who was still imrsed in desire.
Then carried her in his arms.
The scent of male hormones imdiately drilled into Jocelyn's nose.
She didn't care who the man was now, and groped around Dirk Carter's neck and chest...
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