Authors: Thomas Laird
Sh
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crie
s
ou
t
agai
n
an
d
s
o
I
sta
b
a
t
he
r
deepl
y
an
d
sh
e
come
s.
Sh
e
come
s
har
d.I
ca
n
tel
l
b
y
th
e
wa
y
sh
e
lift
s
u
s
bot
h
of
f
th
e
mattres
s.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
gymnas
t
i
n
hig
h
schoo
l.
Sh
e
ha
s
abnormall
y
powerfu
l
thigh
s.
Whe
n
sh
e
wrap
s
the
m
abou
t
m
y
wais
t,
sometime
s
sh
e
ca
n
cu
t
of
f
m
y
ai
r.
Unti
l
I
sla
p
he
r.
Whic
h
sometime
s
onl
y
encourage
s
he
r
t
o
tighte
n
he
r
leg
s
abou
t
m
e.I
forge
t
th
e
thing
s
tha
t
tur
n
u
p
he
r
hea
t,
occasionall
y.
Pleasur
e
an
d
pai
n.
Sometime
s
the
y
ar
e
interchangeabl
e
.
We’v
e
trie
d
bondag
e.
We’v
e
trie
d
cuttin
g
of
f
he
r
ai
r
a
t
th
e
momen
t
o
f
orgas
m.
Bu
t
sh
e
doesn’
t
enjo
y
bein
g
choke
d
a
s
muc
h
a
s
I’
d
hope
d
.
Sh
e
i
s
a
usefu
l
woma
n.I
ow
e
he
r
a
grea
t
dea
l
i
n
regar
d
t
o
m
y
busines
s.
He
r
connection
s
hav
e
mad
e
thi
s
ventur
e
ge
t
of
f
th
e
groun
d.
Th
e
peopl
e
sh
e
know
s.
Th
e
place
s
sh
e
too
k
m
e
afte
r
w
e
firs
t
me
t.
Som
e
o
f
he
r
qualitie
s
ar
e
indee
d
priceles
s.
Ther
e
i
s
als
o
he
r
knowledg
e
o
f
computer
s.
I
f
i
t
hadn’
t
bee
n
fo
r
he
r,
w
e
wouldn’
t
hav
e
th
e
immediat
e
acces
s
t
o
th
e
marketplac
e
tha
t
w
e
hav
e
.
O
r
ha
d.
No
w
w
e
hav
e
t
o
chang
e
ou
r
advertisement
s.
Wel
l
hav
e
t
o
recod
e
ou
r
ad
s
becaus
e
it’
s
obviou
s
th
e
polic
e
hav
e
invade
d
ou
r
cyberspac
e
.
Sh
e
sai
d
sh
e
fel
t
the
m
a
s
the
y
close
d
i
n
o
n
he
r.
Sh
e
couldn’
t
se
e
the
m
a
t
firs
t
becaus
e
the
y
gav
e
he
r
a
grea
t
dea
l
o
f
spac
e
betwee
n
he
r
an
d
th
e
co
p
i
n
th
e
gree
n
jacke
t.
Bu
t
the
n
sh
e
fel
t
the
m
movin
g
i
n.
An
d
jus
t
a
s
the
y
wer
e
abou
t
t
o
na
b
he
r,
sh
e
hi
t
th
e
fenc
e.
Luckil
y
th
e
animal
s
o
n
th
e
othe
r
sid
e
wer
e
giraffe
s.
I
f
the
y
ha
d
bee
n
mor
e
aggressiv
e
predator
s,
sh
e
would’v
e
bee
n
kille
d.
An
d
perhap
s
th
e
tw
o
polic
e
wh
o
scale
d
th
e
fenc
e
would’v
e
gon
e
dow
n
wit
h
he
r
.
Th
e
though
t
o
f
he
r
bein
g
ravage
d
heat
s
m
e
u
p.
I’
m
har
d
agai
n,
eve
n
befor
e
I’v
e
ha
d
tim
e
t
o
withdra
w.I
star
t
a
t
he
r
agai
n.
We’r
e
heavin
g
o
n
to
p
o
f
th
e
be
d.
He
r
hand
s
ar
e
stil
l
tie
d
t
o
th
e
bedpost
s,
bu
t
she’
s
raise
d
he
r
leg
s
towar
d
th
e
ceilin
g.I
don’
t
kno
w
ho
w
sh
e
sustain
s
he
r
positio
n.
Perhap
s
it’
s
th
e
gymnas
t
i
n
he
r
.
I’
m
pummelin
g
he
r,
bu
t
sh
e
doesn’
t
cr
y
ou
t.
Ther
e
i
s
a
determine
d
loo
k
o
n
he
r
fac
e.
It’
s
a
s
i
f
she’
s
refusin
g
t
o
acknowledg
e
th
e
beatin
g
I’
m
givin
g
he
r.
Finall
y
I
ca
n
withstan
d
he
r
n
o
longe
r,
an
d
it’
s
finishe
d
.