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Then, suddenly, she stopped resisting me. I turned back to the captive woman and massaged her hardware encrusted privates. Ember bowed formally in the Japanese way, but didn’t touch Reggie’s hand at all. So much fun from what looked like a sawed-off aluminum extendable ladder and a few lengths of nylon cording. My thick dick had cowed almost every woman I’d ever been with. Ember noticed my stares too, and scowled. Her dark, glassy areolas covered most of her tits like puddles of motor oil on hot pavement. “Please, enjoy my home. Life truly does suck sometimes. “That was rude,” I said. She looked Italian, rail thin and gorgeous. I’ve some ideas about what I want to try with you.” I ushered her into my favorite room, The Cerulean Chamber.
