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| I look you up and down making sure your posture is to my liking.
Is your hair the way I like it?
Is your makeup to my liking?
Your chin should be up, your shoulders back. You are on display. You are offering yourself to me. You are mine. Your mind is empty. You await my command. Why are your knees shaking? Calm yourself, my dear... you are in my hands now. I care for you in ways no other man can. I can make you feel fulfilled with the slightest touch. Close your eyes and do as I say.
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