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Much nicer than those dreadful striped shirts you normally wear. He’s not that talented.”
Madam snow raised a finger in proposition. Was then, still am. His legs were crammed into them painfully. The stock’s been down for months. “What do you think, Jacqueline? “Perhaps, if Mistress Jacqueline is so kind, he could be trained into a suitable office slut.”
“What a wonderful idea! The highest of all was waiting for Anastasia at the far end. Still unsatisfied, she gathered several hefty ropes and tied his thighs and calves to anchor points in the back of the medieval torture stand. “Next?” Anastasia asked. Give them away for all I care.”
“That would be unwise, I think” Madam Snow spoke up. Ana waited her turn, patiently. Her long, scarlet nails and matching lipstick stood out strikingly from her supple, dark skin. In fact, his cheeks took on a deep shade of red. She carried a heavy crop that ended in a thick, heart-shaped head. He coughed between deep groans of pain and futile attempts to catch his breath. A little more randy than usual too, but that could just be my cycle.