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Authors name: Night Writer (anonymous address)
Story title : Jackstraw

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Jackstraw (MF, cheating husband, sci-fi, extreme, sn)
by Night Writer (anonymous address)

***

A cheating husband gets his just deserts when his mistress 
turns the tables on him in a most bazaar way.

***

The sun warmed her face as she tipped her chin up into the 
blanket of summer heat. She had closed her eyes long ago, 
only after his bronzed chest and shoulders finally failed 
to block the blazing disk that made its way across the sky 
above them. 

She stretched luxuriously under him, her hands and arms 
exploring the hard contours of muscle and bone. Then, as 
if gliding through a warm, shifting sea, she spread her 
arms wide, hands plunging into the warm sand just beyond 
the edges of the rumpled towel. "Nothing should feel this 
good," she thought.

The corners of her wide mouth rose slightly. A small space 
opened between her lips. His movements were achingly slow, 
maddeningly precise, wonderfully matched to her own 
rhythms. He floated and landed, again and again, filling 
her with inch after inch of firm, tireless flesh. He was a 
perfect fit.

She squinted up at him, now needing to watch him as they 
both neared an effortless climax. His golden face showed 
the lines and creases of many summers spent in the Florida 
sun. He answered her gaze with smiling eyes, assuring her 
that he shared every detail of her joy.

"Susan... Susan? Susan!"

She jumped, startled at the intrusion into her daydream. 
Jack stood beside her, waiting impatiently for her 
attention. Eyeing her reflection in the newly cleaned 
window, she backed away and turned to acknowledge him.

"A penny for your thoughts? You were a million miles 
away!"

Lowering the bucket and washrag to the floor, she walked 
to him, smiling her best smile. Her hands moved smoothly 
around his waist as her mouth begged for a kiss. She had 
decided against a bra this Saturday morning, and had left 
an extra button undone on the fresh cotton blouse. Susan 
watched her husband take a long look at her breasts and 
hardening nipples. She giggled as she caught him staring.

"What's so funny?" he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Like what you see?"

"I love what I see, but I wouldn't go shopping like that 
if I were you."

"Who said anything about shopping?" she teased.

Her fingers trailed across his stomach, down to the fly of 
his freshly pressed slacks. She rubbed lightly along the 
length of the zipper, finally finding the soft bulge 
behind it. It thickened under her hand, and she smiled 
again, warmed by his response.

"Look Hon, I'm playing golf with the boss this morning. I 
have to leave now to make it on time. You know how 
important this promotion is to our future. How about a 
raincheck?"

"Aw, c'mon. Wouldn't you rather stay home and play with 
me?"

"Sure I would, but this is important. Gotta go!"

Pulling away, he hefted the bag of clubs to his shoulder 
as he turned and headed for the door. After two steps, he 
stopped, returned hurriedly to where he had left her 
standing, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She stood silently as she watched him dart through the 
door. Seconds later, she heard the familiar roar of the 
red Corvette as he pulled from the driveway, then the 
dying growl as it raced away from her.

She returned to the window, again noticing her reflection 
on the sparkling surface.

"Not too bad for twenty-eight years. I'm definitely in 
better shape than any of my friends."

The buttons of the blouse popped open as she pulled at 
them, finally baring her to the waist. She was proud of 
her breasts. They weren't large, but she liked the pert, 
round shape of them; there was just enough to jiggle when 
she walked. Sometimes she wondered if Jack wished they 
were larger, although she was sure he would never tell 
her. He hadn't found much time for her lately, and sex had 
become too infrequent as the months passed.

"He's just working too hard," she told herself as she 
lightly brushed the small, hard nipples with both hands.

"He's doing it for us, for our future. I should be happy."

As she resumed her housework, she found her thoughts 
returning to the warm beach, the crashing waves, and the 
bronzed lover who fit so neatly inside her. Had Jack been 
there, he would have heard her sharp gasps and seen her 
hand at work inside the faded cutoffs, then watched her 
slim body's regular spasms as she cried out softly, "Oh 
God, oh God, please fuck me..."

**

Small droplets of sweat fell from Jack's face as he 
labored at his desk. He had remained at work long after 
the others had returned to their wives, husbands and 
families.

The last rays of the setting sun entered the tall windows 
behind him, bathing the stark walls with a golden glow, 
painting the office with color. The roomful of glass and 
steel projected a maze of geometric shadows onto the far 
wall. Susan had called the d‚cor a cross between Captain 
Kirk and the Marquis de Sade, but Jack was sure her 
dislike was more for the young, quirky, blonde decorator.

Gasping and panting as he worked, he continued to enjoy 
the gleaming landscape of throat, breasts, and belly 
spread across the glass desktop. His hands wandered over 
the smooth firm curves of her body as she smiled up at 
him. Was it a look of amusement, or satisfaction? He could 
never tell.

Her large breasts bounced sharply with each of his 
thrusts. Cascades of raven hair fell over the opposite 
edge of the desk, shimmering and coursing like a dark 
waterfall.

At just the right moment, she whispered, "Come in me, 
Jack. Now."

It was all he needed to nudge him over the edge. Losing 
control as she moaned in her own approaching orgasm, he 
felt the semen surge through the length of his penis, then 
rush into her as their cries rose to fill the empty 
office.

He stood between her legs, recovering, watching her 
panting body finish its rhythmic spasms as she whipped her 
head from side to side. She finally went limp; her body 
relaxed, exhaling a final deep sigh.

She opened her eyes slowly, then, after a minute, knew she 
would have to be the first to break the silence.

"Ummmm, that was great, Jack. It was just what I needed 
after a day like today. Thanks, Boss."

Jack smiled back as he pulled out of her, satisfied with 
her praise. He glanced at the clock and winced.

"Shit! It's late! I promised Susan I'd be home on time 
tonight. Damn!"

"Jack, you're such a charmer."

"Yeah, right Jacqueline."

She strolled to the middle of the dark office, keeping her 
back to him as she bent to retrieve a dark wisp of fabric 
from the thick carpet. She paused, teasing him with a 
tempting view of her perfect ass.

"Jesus, she's beautiful!" Jack told himself. His gaze 
followed the long lines of her slender tapering legs from 
ankles to ass, finally stopping and at the pouting labia, 
still moist with his semen.

Moving her face from behind the silky column of leg 
against leg, she smiled back at him, knowing the effect 
she had on him.

"Like what you see?"

Her words startled him a little. His conscience rose to 
remind him that Susan had used the same words only two 
days ago to show her need for him. He was used to managing 
the guilt that accompanied these sessions with Jacqueline, 
but the uncanny coincidence caught him off- guard.

Jack dressed faster and glanced at the clock again, now 
realizing it was very late. Susan would surely be worried 
or upset by now, and he would have to fabricate another 
excuse. Cursing to himself, he allowed his face to show 
the uneasiness he felt.

"OK. I recognize that 'Susan will be upset' look all too 
well. Jack, you really should decide what you want. Your 
life would be much less complicated."

Her unsolicited advice irritated him, but he knew better 
than to let the situation escalate. Besides, he had to get 
home.

Forcing a smile as he adjusted his tie, he answered, 
"Variety's the spice of life, Jacqueline!"

"I'm satisfied with our little arrangement, Jack. I just 
hope you are."

"Couldn't be happier," he huffed as he patted the sheer 
black panties, now stretched over her firm ass. He bolted 
for the door, then paused as he looked back at her, taking 
one last look at the nearly naked, statuesque beauty.

"Oh, Jacqueline, are the McKenzie files ready for our 
meeting tomorrow?"

"Yes, Jack. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Have I 
ever let you down?"

He knew she was right. With her combination of brains, 
beauty, and cool composure under the worst kind of 
pressure, he was sure she wouldn't remain his assistant 
for long.

Smiling with admiration, he replied, "Well, you certainly 
haven't this evening! Bye!"

He closed the door just in time to avoid the black lace 
bra she fired at him as he left. Jacqueline stood there, 
her body bathed in the blue glow from the city lights, 
shaking her head slowly and smiling.

*

Susan squeezed through the door, trying to keep the sudden 
fall chill from entering behind her. She was early as 
usual, eager to spend the day designing vacations for the 
clients of the small but innovative travel agency.

She leafed through the stack of new brochures while 
waiting for the monitor to come to life. A quick study, 
she learned to use the PC soon after taking the job, but 
still preferred the look and feel of the slick, glossy 
pamphlets. 

Before long, lush colorful scenes from Brazil, Sweden, 
Costa Rica, France, and Thailand were spread across her 
desk as she imagined Jack and herself sweltering on a Rio 
beach, or exploring a Costa Rican rainforest, surrounded 
by tropical foliage and exotic wildlife. They hadn't been 
on a vacation since their honeymoon five years ago. Now 
her love of travel and faraway lands was spent sending 
others to places she longed for. "If only Jack could get 
away," she sighed.

"And what did you and loverboy do this weekend?"

Elaine stood behind her, watching her drool over the 
pictures.

"Oh, Elaine, I didn't know you were in yet."

"Obviously not. Lost in one of your fantasies again?"

Susan blushed as she gathered the pamphlets and returned 
them to the stack. Elaine joined the agency two years 
before her. She had helped show her the ropes, and they 
quickly became best friends. Susan was grateful for 
someone she could confide in, and was often surprised at 
how easily she was able to share her most private thoughts 
and feelings. But Elaine was like that. Outspoken and 
uninhibited, she possessed a natural talent for eliciting 
the most candid responses from those close to her.

"Well, c'mon. Tell me. Did it work? Did he rip your 
clothes off and screw you right there in the kitchen? Tell 
me!"

"Not quite. He had a tee time with his boss. He's working 
really hard to get this promotion. It was just bad 
timing."

"You're kidding! Oh Susan, I'm sorry. You must be 
devastated, you poor thing!"

"Really Elaine, it's no big deal. He'll make it up to me. 
It's for our future."

"But what about you? I know how horny you are. It's 
written all over you. You can't be satisfied much longer 
by those fantasy studs of yours!"

"Shhh! Elaine! Not so loud. We have customers."

They both looked up at once into the amused face of the 
first customer of the day. His piercing gray eyes stared 
back at them, refusing to show the slightest trace of 
embarrassment. Elaine smiled and retreated, but not before 
giving Susan a wink and a teasing nudge as she left.

"Hi. What can I help you with today?" Susan offered 
quickly.

"Well, I'd like to plan a vacation, but I'm looking for 
something a bit different - something exotic, away from 
the usual tourist traps."

"That's our specialty! In fact, we've just received these 
new brochures -"

With a nervous wave of her hand, she managed to send the 
stack of pamphlets flying. In an instant, she was kneeling 
beside her desk, reassembling the scattered paper into a 
random hodgepodge of color. She could sense him close to 
her as he knelt to help with the mess. Looking up from the 
floor to thank him, she caught him staring, and tried to 
look away.

There was something about his face that held her. He 
wasn't handsome, but had a look that promised to welcome 
any response she would make. A thick, black mustache 
framed a constant smile that displayed rows of dazzlingly 
white teeth behind it. He projected a feeling of 
familiarity, and Susan found herself comparing his ability 
to set her at ease with Elaine's.

Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? The busy office around 
them seemed to stand still. She felt as though she was 
emptying herself into the dark wells of his eyes. Flecks 
of gold floated in the surrounding green of each iris. The 
effect was hypnotizing. Now her world existed in the 
tumbling patterns that held her motionless, fixed in his 
gaze.

The sensation was subtle, but unmistakable in its intent. 
The smooth stroke caressed her thigh, finally nesting in 
the moist folds between her legs. She allowed the sudden 
warmth to wash over her. It surrounded her, dark, calm and 
soothing, as she surrendered everything that she was, 
allowing him to know her completely.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"So, when might I be able to go?" he asked. The brilliant 
green of a tropical forest now blocked her view of him as 
he held the pamphlet up for her approval.

"Oh! Um, well, let me check the, ah, the, the..."

"The computer?" he helped, smiling, as he lightly tapped 
the monitor.

Back at her desk, she began the sequence of mouse clicks 
and field entries necessary to construct his trip. He 
would go alone.

"I just need to escape for a while," he had answered. 
"Unless you'd like to join me," he grinned.

"Don't I wish!" she thought to herself, then nervously hit 
the "Exit" key by mistake. Apologizing, she started over. 
He sat back in his chair, almost amused she thought, and 
watched her work while the gold flecks rolled and sparkled 
in his green eyes.

Soon the arrangements were completed, and he left just as 
suddenly as he had arrived. The rest of the morning was a 
blur - a few more customers, the usual paperwork, and of 
course Elaine's relentless questions and suggestive 
ribbing.

At 12:01, she plunged into the biting wind again, this 
time not seeming to mind the sting on her cheeks, and 
wondered how she could have accepted Winston Dunne's not-
so-innocent invitation to join him for lunch.

*

He didn't mind at all when she sat him in the large 
comfortable chair and proceeded to tie his wrists to the 
heavy wooden arms. She had collected several of his best 
ties during his frequent visits to her lavishly appointed 
home, and secured him tightly with two of her favorites. 
Jacqueline had never shown a penchant for bondage before, 
but Jack was always game for a new adventure.

She smiled wickedly as she circled him, pacing like a 
hungry lioness. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, 
she stopped and looked down at him, almost able to hear 
his pounding heartbeat from the short distance that 
separated them.

Without a word, she slowly stripped in front of him, never 
taking her eyes off his amazed expression. Finally naked, 
she dropped to her knees, and then crawled toward him. Her 
hungry hands unfastened his belt, opened his fly, and 
pulled the stiff shaft of rubbery meat into the dim 
candlelight of her bedroom. 

Taking the hard purple head into her mouth, she circled 
the flared edge of it several times, then explored the 
gaping opening with the pointed tip of her tongue. She 
brought him to the edge again and again, always stopping 
when his thighs began to shake and his head fell back onto 
the padding of the high-backed chair.

Just as Jack thought he would finally find relief from her 
torture, Jacqueline stopped, rose to her feet and walked 
to the TV, six feet from where she had placed Jack's 
chair. She tapped the switch, filling the room with the 
set's blue glow.

"Ummm, Jacqueline. Dirty movies?"

"Yes, Jack, dirty movies."

He stared intently at the couple, barely discernable in 
the dim light. The girl was naked. Slim and long-waisted 
with velvet skin, she stood with her back to the camera, 
facing her lover as she slowly removed his clothing. The 
camera zoomed closer, now showing more clearly the rising 
of his chest as he breathed deeply, and his masterful eyes 
as he watched her. 

Trembling fingers undid button after button of the crisp 
white shirt. Her hands found their way inside, damp palms 
testing the warm flesh of his shoulders, arms, and belly. 
She moved a step closer and rested her cheek on his bare 
chest, her arms now clinging to his lean torso. 

 He smiled and moved his hands down her long back, 
stopping to lightly caress the silky firmness of her ass. 
She stiffened slightly and allowed a soft cry of surprise 
to escape when his fingers worked their way lower into the 
damp crevice between her legs.

Click. The screen went black. Jacqueline stood between 
Jack and the TV, remote in hand. Again, she went to her 
knees, crawled to him, and sucked the dripping head of his 
cock into her mouth. He chuckled, finally seeing her 
little game. She brought him to the brink of orgasm one 
more time, then stopped, looking up into his pleading 
eyes.

"Do you like my little movie, Jack?"

"Christ, Jacqueline, you've outdone yourself this time! 
You have to give me the title when we're done. Looks like 
a must for my collection. Where'd you get it?"

"Want to see more?"

"Hell yes. I can play this game as long as you can!"

"We'll see about that, Jack."

The screen flickered for a few seconds, then came to life. 
Jack returned his attention to the screen, wondering how 
much longer he could possibly hold out as Jacqueline sat 
at his feet and gently stroked his genitals with both 
hands.

The girl's lover was naked, his hard angular body now a 
silhouette in the surrounding shadows. She was on her 
knees in front of him, again with her back to the camera. 
Reaching into the darkness, she moved his erection into 
the light, milking and stroking it just inches from her 
face. Soon it was obvious that she had taken him into her 
mouth. 

The muscles of her neck and back hardened and twisted and 
her hair danced to her even rhythm as she pulled at his 
meaty cock. Although her face remained away from the 
camera, the regular wet sucking sounds left nothing to the 
imagination. Her body jerked and swayed as she devoured 
him with abandon. She continued tirelessly, until finally, 
his hips rocked frantically as he came in her mouth. Long 
moans rose from the darkness while she greedily swallowed 
every drop of her warm, salty reward.

Click. The screen went black again and Jacqueline's mouth 
was on him immediately. She licked and nibbled his 
stomach, tracing the creases of his groin past the stiff 
shaft to his tightened sac. One at a time, she sucked his 
balls into her mouth, firmly licking and prodding them 
with her tongue. Jack chuckled as he tried to free his 
wrists from the arms of the heavy chair.

"Give up, Jack? I know you're ready to cum."

"You've got it all wrong, Jacqueline. I could enjoy this 
for hours."

"Well then, it looks like I have no choice but to force 
your surrender."

"Do your best, my dear. Now, can you do that thing with 
your tongue again?"

Click. The girl was now on her hands and knees, suspended 
over his lean, naked body. Slowly but deliberately, her 
delicate fingers lifted his cock, positioning it just 
under her glistening slit. She lowered herself onto it, 
letting it enter her, an inch at a time, until it 
completely filled her. Then, very slowly, she rose and 
fell on it, gradually increasing the plunging of her 
narrow hips to a frenzied pace. 

Quiet little grunts and sobs echoed through the room, a 
predictable cadence to the nearly blurred motion of her 
small hungry body. Her cries turned to louder whimpering, 
then to a series of long moans as she continued to suck 
him inside her.

It was more than enough to overcome Jack's best attempt to 
prolong the game. Jacqueline's hands were on his erect 
shaft, her mouth and tongue working feverishly on the 
sensitive head. He felt the sudden surge of semen gush 
through the length of his cock. 

Moaning, he watched her mouth and throat convulse as she 
refused to allow one drop to escape her. He moaned again, 
louder this time, as his eyes returned to the TV where the 
girl was now screaming in her own orgasm. The intensity of 
his climax was unnerving. Like some outside force, it 
seemed to control him, smothering him in a continuing 
blanket of unrelenting release.

"Christ! Oh, God! Jesus, Jacqueline! Ohhhhaaagh..."

It was though he was riding a speeding wave, an equal mix 
of pure lust and a terrifying loss of control. It gave no 
sign of stopping. Gratification and anxiety hit him in 
equal measures with increasing intensity as the orgasm 
seemed to go on and on, until finally draining his energy 
to the point of exhaustion.

Just when he thought he could no longer endure it, the 
wave that carried him flattened and washed him quietly 
back to shore. He gasped for breath, grateful for the 
slowing of his racing pulse.

On the screen, the girl had also finished, now collapsed 
onto her lover's chest. The slowing of her heavy breathing 
seemed to match his own. After a long, deep kiss, she 
rolled off him, still winded as her small firm breasts 
rose and fell, swollen pink nipples casting short shadows 
onto the moist mounds beneath them.

Jack watched as Susan's eyes fluttered open. She was 
smiling a smile he had never seen, one hand exploring the 
contours of her lover's chest. He was drawn into the 
image, incredulous. An icy chill hit him as he struggled 
to comprehend what the glowing screen presented.

Shock. Paralyzing confusion. Unbearable pain. 
Uncontrollable anger. Furious rage. All these things swept 
over him in the short time it took Susan to return her 
hand to the man's erection while she covered his mouth 
with hers. Within seconds, a milky river of semen slowly 
covered her small fingers.

"God damn it, Jacqueline! Where did you get this tape?? 
Who is he?? Let me out of this fucking chair, you bitch!"

Jacqueline rose with an icy grin and circled to a position 
behind the chair allowing Jack a better view of the 
couple, still clutching each other, mouths locked in a 
deep probing kiss.

"Why Jack, don't you like my little game anymore? Just a 
few minutes ago you were cummimg in my mouth while you 
watched Susan climax on another man's dick."

"You fucking bitch! Untie me! You drugged her! Susan would 
never..."

"Jack, Jack, Jack. You didn't recognize her? No wonder she 
has to find strangers to satisfy her. How long has it been 
since you've fucked her, Jack. How long since you've even 
looked twice at her breasts or that smooth little ass?"

Jack pulled and twisted at his bonds, now feeling an ever-
increasing exhaustion that added to his frustration and 
defeat.

"Jacqueline, you? Why? I trusted you. We... How could 
you...?"

"So many questions, Jack."

She moved closer to the back of his chair and rested her 
hands on his shaking shoulders. Sliding beneath his 
collar, she began to massage the straining muscles of his 
back and neck.

"She didn't need drugs. Winston is a very attractive man, 
and can be very persuasive. I've known him for a long, 
long time. Oh, and it wasn't a tape, Jack. That's right, 
it happened while you were watching, in another room here 
in the house. I'm surprised we couldn't hear her screaming 
downstairs while he fucked her senseless."

"You're finished, you fucking cunt! You're not only fired, 
you won't even be able to find a job in a whorehouse when 
I'm done with you! So untie me, pack up your shit and get 
out tomorrow, or I'll see that your ass ends up in prison! 
UNTIE ME, YOU PIECE OF SHI-"

The sharp pop stopped Jack in mid rant. A thin hollow 
spike shattered the back of his skull and entered through 
the small ragged hole. Her hands clutched his neck 
tightly, keeping a hardened digit close to the entrance 
while the attached tendril wove a path deep into the soft 
gray tissue. His body spasmed and his eyes bulged as 
surrounding tangles of neurons were liquefied and 
extracted through the advancing probe.

Genetic material was removed, ingested, and analyzed, but 
not before mapping each connection, every cell's size and 
location, everything that made Jack Jack.

After a final shudder, Jack's body slumped in the chair, 
eyes staring wildly from the front of his empty skull. 
Jacqueline stood frozen, her hand fixed to the back of the 
lifeless body. Almost imperceptibly, her svelte figure 
began to widen, the soft skin rippling with pulsing 
changes. With increasing speed, her body took on it's new 
form. Within minutes, a new Jack released the dead husk 
and turned away, ignoring the faint thud as the shriveled 
corpse leaned forward, then collapsed onto the floor.

*

They arrived unannounced, almost ignoring the small blue 
and white marble orbiting a star like so many others. 
Fleeing the catastrophic end of their own civilization, 
they descended to marvel at the backward but passionate 
creatures inhabiting the fertile world below.

They had evolved beyond the tenuous construction of atoms 
and molecules, now beings of formless energy. Although 
time meant little to them, both began to feel weariness 
from their endless journeys. They discovered an unexpected 
sustenance from the rampant emotions escaping the fragile 
creatures. 

A constant flood of anger and fear attracted them at 
first, and they reveled in the new sensations as the 
addiction established itself, then grew. Soon they began 
to understand the distinction of gender. To them, the 
differences between male and female were subtle but 
intriguing. At once they found the burst of sensations 
from the humans' reproductive rituals irresistible. Before 
long, they thought nothing more of taking a human host 
than a human would of threading a wriggling worm onto a 
rusty hook.

At first, interacting with the fleshy beings was trying 
and monotonous. Sex alone held them close to this 
civilization, it's attraction eventually responsible for 
the weaving of their new lives into the hominids' culture. 
Their bodies were prone to disease and short-lived, and 
had to be discarded often. 

As the flesh aged, they found the attractiveness to the 
opposite gender waned, and the frequency of varied sexual 
encounters declined. But this world was teaming with a 
growing supply of fresh young hosts, all eager for the 
same orgasmic thrills, all easily taken for as long as 
necessary.

As time went on, they traded bodies frequently, savoring 
the uniqueness of each new host. They had no preference 
for male or female. Their existence became a quest for a 
human subject with the greatest sexual desires. Once 
found, it was exceptionally easy to bond, then mate with 
the simple creatures. 

The rush of energy from the brief but powerful climaxes 
was like nothing they had ever known. During the ages that 
passed since their initial contact when they had helped 
these people build towering stone monuments to their dead, 
to the present time, when their numbers had grown 
exponentially, along with the variety and frequency of 
their sexual needs, "Winston" and "Jacqueline" never tired 
of the search for a novel source of entertainment.

"Did she please you?"

"Her release was the most intense I've experienced. This 
one shows exceptional potential - so many desires waiting 
to be offered so willingly. Again, you have outdone 
yourself, companion."

"I knew you would be pleased. Will she be enough for the 
both of us? Her very breath fills me with impatience."

"Be on your way, companion. She waits for her husband to 
return to her. Together, we will give her a future of 
satisfaction she could not have imagined. Her soft, 
whimpering body will serve us well, until she can whimper 
no more."

The End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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