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The pad of my thumb sought and found her clitoris and began to rub the sensitive vestigial cock in a circular motion. We passed through the cloister with its vaulted ceiling, through a heavy carved oak door into the coolness of my study. Un-adorned, unsullied and in a completely natural state, she stood with her hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast, waiting for me to give her an order; a blank page. They struck me as very beautiful, having a depth and life that I could only wonder at. “Lose the underwear.” Again, she glanced up at the glass doors, causing her to hesitate. I felt her teeth rub slightly as the head passed through to rest on her tongue.
