Chapter 3
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I was sure that I would enjoy it immensely. I clenched and unclenched my butt cheeks, feeling as if I was about to get a cramp.
"S-Stan, the password to the digital door lock is 654780. Put the package inside. I need your help."
Startled, Stan remained silent for a long time. I called out to him again, feeling myself flush with embarrassment. I felt as if I was no different from prostitutes who promoted their wares on the streets.
Half a minute later, I finally heard the sound of the door unlocking, and my heart began thumping madly.
"Ms. Brown, I've placed your new purchase on the cabinet. The packaging was a little dirty, so I tore it open for you. Where are you?"
Oh dear! The package was a flesh-colored, very realistic adult massage device. I had been planning on using it on myself. Since Stan had been kind enough to help me open the package, he must have seen what it was.
How mortifying!
The sound of footsteps became clearer, and Stan reached the bedroom. When he saw me lying on my front on the ice-cold floor with my gorgeous body stuck, he could not help but gulp.
"Stan, hurry up and rescue me!"
The only thing I could do was wiggle my butt, looking like a female dog in heat as I begged him for help.
Stan was suddenly on all fours in front of me. His rough, dark hands pulled forcefully at the edge of the bed as the veins on his arms bulged. However, the bed refused to budge.
I suddenly recalled that it was a custom-made bed that was bolted to the floor.
"You can't move the bed. You'll have to pull me out."
Stan looked slyly at my bosom. "No, your bosom is too big. You're stuck too tightly. You must be at least a size 36F! It's huge. It'll only be possible to get you out of there if you take off your clothes."
"Oh… N-No…" I instinctively refused.
It would be too embarrassing to take off my clothes. However, Stan's large, rough hands reached right under the bed and into the collar of my nightdress.
My bosom trembled under my lacy bra as I began breathing heavily.
The presence of his hand made the space even more cramped, and I felt as if my bosom was being twisted out of shape.
