The Diaries of Syra Bond Page 20
by Syra Bond
It has been several weeks now since I left Galen and the others. I miss them in a strange sort of way, but I am glad to be free. Galen did not try to stop me from leaving. He seemed happy for me, as though he knew I needed to go, and as I sat in the back of the taxi, I did not look back. Instead, I gazed into the rear-view mirror and held the driver’s dark, smouldering eyes. I asked him to stop the car just before we reached the airport. I did not want to leave without once more feeling the heat of his hand on my bottom, without once more squirming beneath a firm, unforgiving spanking.
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