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The chair next to mine quietly pulls out and he sits next to me. He pulls me up so I am on my knees and he removes my jacket. He lifts my camisole over my head and removes my skirt. I’m dressed just as he requested, a tight, mid thigh length black skirt with a tight red camisole and my denim jacket, red boy short lace panties and no bra. He’s pushing in and out of me with the speed of a race car. “Ah, the guest of honor has arrived.”, a man that has to be Tate’s twin says with a smile. Tate, it’s good to see you.”
Travis looks just like Tate except a bit longer, dark brown hair and a small scar on his chin. “Make sure they’re good and tight, I want it to feel good but a bit of pain too”, he had told me.
