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Jill had nothing to fear from the sharks in the tank that kept whooshing past. Now the woman she had pressed up against the glass was another matter.
Gale was the perfect illusion of submissive, willing and wanton. Allowing Jill to be in control, soft whimpers as she rode Jill's fingers. But that's all it was, an illusion.
It wasn't the wisest move screwing Ben Francombe's wife. Personally or professionally, but Jill was transferring soon. A promotion. She's no doubt her lover won't sit around moping for her.
Gale will get her claws into someone else, God help that person.