The dress slid down inch by inch.
Finally, it floated silently to the ground.
The small and confined space was filled with such a dangerous and ambiguous aura.
"Joyce?"
Outside the cubicle, however, came the soft calls of Juanita.
The sound was not at all loud but enough to bring the two in the cubicle to their senses.
Luther gasped and released Joyce.
Joyce blushed, and with her dress completely removed by him, leaving only her underwear. She leaped off the dresser in shame. She pulled off the blue overalls she was wearing from the hook and put them on quickly in front of Luther, not caring that he was still in the cubicle.
When Luther saw her get dressed, he knelt down and untied the intricate straps on Joyce's embroidered shoes, then changed her into the leather shoes she had worn herself.
She was surprised that he helped her change her shoes himself.
But she felt too confused to think too much.
After changing his shoes, Luther stood up. The contrast between the little cubicle and his lengthy body, pressing against her, made her recall how she had just lost control of herself.
She touched her face with the back of her hand.
Yet it was getting hotter and hotter, what should she do?
"Joyce, are you in there?" Juanita heard the movement and came over to the cubicle on the left. She wondered why no one answered her when she clearly heard something.
Juanita knocked on the door, "Is there anyone inside, I'm coming in."
Just as Juanita's hand was about to touch the doorknob.
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