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He wanted to talk freaking business after he just walked in and stared at me? “But I already belong to someone.” She had whispered it so brokenly before she had had time to think through the trauma of my crime and realize it was me. And then we talked. “Yes, master.” I was happy to agree to it, thrilled with what he had done in a way that almost horrified me. “Alright. Like a date, date. One night I made her hold a mouthful of my cum while I used a play piercing kit to place decorative needle after decorative needle down her legs and through her pussy. “Hello, little Tuesday.” He was smiling like always and he kissed me with that same fire that made me go weak at the knees every single time. It was a bad thing.
