Perhaps in this world there is no love ... My life changes when my middle -aged boss, whom I hate to death, touch my butt and continue to make obscene jokes. Everything started when I was put into a shared room at an inn in a business trip at ... everything was the boss's trap. When he was sleeping, he was sleeping, sleeping, he was filmed in happiness and his boyfriend was flickering. I don't want to admit that ... But I want to have more sex ... Are I the worst person I used to succeed because of instant pleasure rather than love?
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