About the book: 2024 / part 1—I’ll let you go when you’ve worked,” he says. “Okay, money...” I don’t need your money, - he cuts off hoarsely. “What then?” The next second he clasps my trembling chin with all his fingers. He traces his lips with his thumb. He puts pressure on the lower one, and I twitch. “Your lips are juicy,” he no longer grins or grins, and this only makes it worse now. “Workers.” I freeze. “You’re fresh,” the stranger concludes. - And he has a good tongue. I'll show you where it will look best.