"...I'll give you whatever we make off the next case," Foggy told the pillow, that Monday, "if you god help me let me sleep in another hour, I still can't feel my thighs."
"You sleep in if you want," Marci said. She felt - well. She was basically never going to get over how much she loved it when she got to put a buttplug up Foggy's ass and make him eat her out for as long as she could stand it: it geared her up, gave her energy for the new week.
There was the uncomfortable realization that it wiped Foggy out, which mean. She probably shouldn't do it on Sunday nights, damnit.
"You ever think about how responsibility is shitty?" she asked, clamping the eyelash curler shut.
"...ow," Foggy said, hauling himself past her bathroom door, towards the coffee pot. "Yes!" he shouted. "Being your own boss was supposed to get rid of the petty shit like "office hours" and "being on time," but now I feel extra guilty when Karen gets to the office before me."
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That morning, bout eleven AM, was when both Karen and Foggy texted her in serious stages of panic: you should get over here, everyone's going nuts, Karen sent, and Foggy sent ur hired wanna defend an AVENGER get over hr RIGHT NOW before matt insults him outta our office HELP I NEED BACKUP stahl!!.
Re: Marcy/Foggy/Matt
"...I'll give you whatever we make off the next case," Foggy told the pillow, that Monday, "if you god help me let me sleep in another hour, I still can't feel my thighs."
"You sleep in if you want," Marci said. She felt - well. She was basically never going to get over how much she loved it when she got to put a buttplug up Foggy's ass and make him eat her out for as long as she could stand it: it geared her up, gave her energy for the new week.
There was the uncomfortable realization that it wiped Foggy out, which mean. She probably shouldn't do it on Sunday nights, damnit.
"You ever think about how responsibility is shitty?" she asked, clamping the eyelash curler shut.
"...ow," Foggy said, hauling himself past her bathroom door, towards the coffee pot. "Yes!" he shouted. "Being your own boss was supposed to get rid of the petty shit like "office hours" and "being on time," but now I feel extra guilty when Karen gets to the office before me."
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That morning, bout eleven AM, was when both Karen and Foggy texted her in serious stages of panic: you should get over here, everyone's going nuts, Karen sent, and Foggy sent ur hired wanna defend an AVENGER get over hr RIGHT NOW before matt insults him outta our office HELP I NEED BACKUP stahl!!.
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