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My focus on the question of my future intensified one day when Mistress herself assisted with my daily preparations, telling me, “You will be with your new owner very, very soon, my little Pet.”
“B-b-but, Mistress,” I sputtered, “does this mean that I won’t be serving you any longer?”
“I don’t know if we’ll meet again, my sweet little tonguetarget, but I do know that today’s final exam will be a day that both of us will always remember.”
I was terribly torn. “Thank you, Master!”
Suddenly the great room of the cabin blazed with light and a chorus of people yelled in unison. The flush of lust she had added could indeed be misinterpreted as a blush of innocence. The rickety wooden steps creaked as she climbed to the log cabin’s porch, and she hesitated a moment as she remembered her nakedness.
