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She felt his fingers trail down her front and slide between her legs to the moistness of her mound. He sat silently watching her for several minutes as she knelt before him, knees spread wide, back straight and eyes down. She finally settled in front of the fire to wait, moving the pot of stew aside to keep it from burning and still keep it warm as she listened to the wind blowing through the pines that surrounded the cabin. He could smell her juices as they puddled in the strap, and ran over the sides and down her legs. As her eyes opened she felt nipple clamps close on her nipples and squealed, her gaze meeting that of the stranger as he grinned at her reaction to what he’d done.
