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Once it was removed she slid both hands up her stocking adorned right leg, all the way to her thigh where she adjusted the hosiery. Standing again, he grasped her by the shoulders, spinning her around roughly so that she was facing him. “Do you think you can help me?” He swallowed and stepped closer, using one hand to loosen the bow tie knot she had used to secure the scant covering. Her midriff was bare all the way up to her bikini top and over this she wore a mans dinner jacket with the front unbuttoned to hint at the bathing suit top underneath. Paris Hilton was unconscious, drugged, and at his devious mercy. Can you guess what comes next?
