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| You want to play dead, don't you? You are just lying there in front of me. You are nervous, aren't you. The only way out of it, for you, is to play dead. You may not move, squeak, or squirm. You may not struggle or assist me as I peel your outer and under garments off your lifeless body. You may not push back once I am deep inside you, although the urge to do so is very hard for you to control. I don't want to hurt you or humiliate you. I just want you to play dead.
Doesn't this sound fun?
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