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Chapter 24
While she is out shopping, Chrissie bumps into an old friend she hasn’t seen for several years.
‘Oh my God Denise!! Is it really you? Wow you look absolutely stunning!! Christ how long ago was it I last saw you? Are you here on holiday?’
Enveloping Chrissie in a bear hug she shrieks ‘Chrissie! Hello honey’ then adds ‘I’m not on holiday unfortunately; I’m over here on business for a couple of months. Still living in the good old U. S. of A, it’s great there, you really should come over some time, we’d have a great time!’
‘God yeah, I’d love to, it would be just like when we were kids. Christ I really missed you when you moved to the States to live.’
‘I’ve missed you too! I’ve got so much to tell you, let’s go for a drink? I mean only if you’ve got time and aren’t in a hurry.’
Breezily Chrissie responds that she’d love to go for a drink, totally dismissing the fact that she’s left you secured on a very short leash in her utility room. The fact that you haven’t eaten or drunk at all that day and that you are completely naked and most probably freezing to death in the unheated room, not even a consideration to her.
It’s then that Chrissie notices a slim and attractive but nervous looking man standing behind Denise, his head bowed, staring intently at his shoes. Nodding in his direction Chrissie asks ‘Who’s the guy? Your old man?’ finding it somewhat hard to believe that someone so timid could be Denise’s partner.
Not even bothering to turn her head Denise replies ‘fucking hell no he isn’t my husband! Jesus if I was going to get married it would be to a real man not a pussy whipped slut like him!! With that she lets out a shriek of laughter, leaving the poor man flushing red with embarrassment.
As they walk toward a local pub The Cider Press Chrissie can’t help but ask ‘Who is he then?’
‘Oh he’s my pet, aren’t you Pat?’
Confused, Chrissie repeats ‘pet?’
Yeah, he’s my little slave aren’t you boy?’
Heart leaping at the word ‘slave’ Chrissie repeats somewhat stupidly ‘slave?’
‘Yeah you know, he adores me and kinda does everything for me don’t you Pat?’
Meekly Pat replies ‘Yes Ma’am’
Filled with excitement Chrissie blurts out ‘I have one too!’
Raising an eyebrow Denise says ‘yeah? They’re just great aint they! How long you had yours?’
‘Well only recently really, it’s a long story so I won’t bore you with it today.’
As they sit outside the pub at a table on the terrace overlooking the harbour, Pat not sitting but standing subserviently behind Denise, Chrissie asks how much and where she bought him from. At this Denise shrieks with laughter again and Pat flushes an even more un-fetching shade of crimson.
‘Good grief Chris, I didn’t buy him! He’s my willing slave aren’t you Pat?’
Another meek ‘yes Ma’am’ comes from him and then ‘shall I buy the drinks now Ma’am?’
‘Yeah sure, Chris what are you having?’
‘Uh, half a cider for me thanks.’
‘Usual for me pet, off you go, oh and get yourself a drink too.’
At the last part of the order Pat’s face drops slightly but he heads off towards the bar to get the drinks.
Once he’s disappeared inside the pub Chrissie curious as to why anyone would willingly be a slave to another asks her for the full story with Pat.
Denise obliges quite happily, telling Chrissie how Pat was an accountant from London. ‘He came over to the States one time to do some work for my father. Of course, he - like all those other pathetic wimps who work for my father fell in love with little old Denise. I thought he was kinda cute so I went out with him on a couple of dates just to see what sort of man he really was. After all as the saying goes you should never judge a book by its cover. But in his case you definitely get what you see. He is a really nice guy, far too nice for me, but I did find out that he was hiding a deep dark secret, one which I knew he would really hate anyone to find out about.’
Eager to know what it was Chrissie says ‘go on, I’m intrigued.’
‘Well, I found out that he has a dirty little mind, and is kinky as hell. I led him on, as you do, letting him fall deeper and deeper in love with me, just toying with him for my amusement really, until one day he made the huge mistake of leaving his laptop switched on in his office while he went for a piss. I dunno, maybe he did it on purpose, you can never tell with these kinky types. Anyway I had a good old look and found the stupid cunt had some pictures saved on the desktop of chastity devices.’
Interrupting again Chrissie asks ‘does he have a thing for seeing women in chastity belts or didn’t he trust you?’
Surprised at Chrissie’s naïve question considering she owns a slave Denise raises both eyebrows.
‘Uh not female ones Chris, male ones.’
Flushing red Chrissie tries to laugh it off ‘well you know, I just thought that as you’re so stunning he might be looking at something for you, I mean it’s not as if he needs one is it?’
At this they both laugh out loud, just as Pat returns with their drinks. Sensing the laughter was at his expense Pat keeps his head lowered, not daring to look at either woman. Taking their drinks from him without bothering to say thanks they completely ignore him and continue with their conversation. While they chat, he returns to his position behind Denise, a glass of rather yellow looking beer in hand. Although beer it wasn’t. He knew full well that when Denise invited him to have a drink, she didn’t mean beer or even a soft drink. He was only ever allowed to drink water or piss when she was around. If he was in a pub or bar it was never water. Denise drank enough throughout an evening to keep his glass topped up through several trips to the ladies room. But this time he was forced to go to the bathroom himself and supply his own drink. Although he didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of hers, he gagged whenever he was forced to drink his own.
‘Ah but you’re wrong there Chrissie, he does need one. Not because I don’t trust him around other women but because he’s a pathetic slut, just like most men I might add, who would have his hand wrapped permanently around his prick if he had his way. Men are just so basic don’t you think? Their lives are controlled by their pathetic pricks and that’s all they think about. A CB, believe me, is the best way to focus the dirty little bastards on the really important things in life, like pleasing their women, instead of being concerned about their own pleasure. And it works! But anyway I’m getting off the subject. Where was I? Oh yeah, the stupid cunt left photos of CB’s on his laptop so of course I knew what I was going to do. One evening the idiot came round to mine expecting a romantic evening, assuming that his months of wooing me were about to pay off. I told him that I liked to be in control knowing damn well that his prick would twitch at the thought. After all wanting to wear a CB goes hand in hand with wanting to be dominated so I got him naked and in handcuffs before he could blink and then hey presto out comes my little present for him. His very own chastity belt. I must admit it made me feel so damn horny that since then I’ve ended up buying a variety of different ones. The gates of hell being my favourite. Not yours though is it Pat? A bit tight I think you said didn’t you?’
Not waiting or expecting a response she tells him to get it out so Chrissie can have a look. Wearily, as if he has done this numerous times before for Denise’s amusement he opens his flies and discreetly pulls out his imprisoned penis, so that no one sitting at the other tables is aware of what he’s doing. Chrissie gasps as she looks at it. She’s never seen one before and it gives her an idea. You are definitely going to get one. She thinks you will hate it, not realising that you have already worn one for weeks on end for me.
‘Wow! So is that why he’s your slave, because you have him imprisoned in that thing? No other reason?’
‘Yep that’s why he’s devoted to me. I hold the keys to them and of course I’ve made sure that they are of a material that is extremely hard to cut through without causing severe damage to his little pecker. And of course there is also the humiliation factor of having to ask a burly fire fighter to handle his manhood and cut it off. And you aren’t going to do that are you Pat?’
‘No Ma’am’ he mumbles in reply.
Chrissie is incredulous that it’s that easy to get yourself a slave. If she’d realised she probably wouldn’t have gone to the extreme lengths she did to get hold of you, she could have just picked up any guy she fancied in a pub, taken him home and locked him up!
‘Anyway enough of the boring bean counter, how did you acquire yours? I’m guessing not through trickery?’
‘Um no. Actually I uh was given him.’
‘Given?’
‘Uh yeah, he um well he was already a slave but his Owner couldn’t control him and so I uh took him on. I’ve only had him a few weeks though and he needs loads of training. Only today I had to give him a good beating for being insolent!’
‘Is that why he isn’t with you now?’
‘Uh yeah, well actually I haven’t taken him out yet. His last Owner was so fucking lazy with him he seemed to get it into his head that he could act like a free man and of course she lost all control……’
Interrupting Denise asks ‘you mean he’s a real slave, not some kinky guy with a submissive fetish?’
‘Well yeah, you do know that since England left the EEC we’ve gone back to the good old days of Imperialism, and that includes slavery. Although these days we don’t discriminate. Slaves are both black and white. There is strict control of course and they only come from countries that we have an agreement with on slave trading. Buying them is bloody expensive though so only rich bitches get the cream of the crop. But it’s also a given, that if you come to England for any reason and break the law then you are going to either end up in prison or serve your time as a slave before being deported. Considering how fucking awful their lives become I really don’t understand why any guy would volunteer for servitude!’
‘If you mean guys like Pat, well I think the fantasy they have of being a slave to a dominant woman is something they can’t control, but they soon find out that the reality is very different to the fantasy, and by then of course it’s too late, isn’t it Pat?’
Poor Pat can only reply once again ‘Yes Mistress’.
‘So Chrissie, where’s your real life slave from?’
‘He’s um from the Netherlands.’
‘But that’s part of Europe. Surely Holland doesn’t have an agreement to trade slaves with England does it??? Or is he serving time for being a naughty boy in this country?’
Shrugging as Chrissie hasn’t really given it much thought she replies ‘he’s not a prison slave. I mean he’s not a slave because he got arrested for anything. He’s a lifer, that is he was sold into slavery. I have his papers of ownership so he’s definitely legal, and the Dutch haven’t asked for him back so maybe they don’t really give a shit. Anxious to try and get off the subject about whether he should legally be a slave or not she asks Denise if she’d like to come over and take a look at him. They could compare notes on how real slaves and volunteer slaves are treated differently.
‘I’d like that. We could catch up properly, over dinner maybe, and Pat could get to find out what a real slave’s life is like and hopefully it will make the ungrateful little shit grateful for what he does get from me.’
Smirking Chrissie replies ‘I’m sure he will when he sees my slave being put through his paces! When do you want to come over?’
‘Well I’ve got lots more shopping to do and darling Pat here is going to buy me some beautiful diamond earrings aren’t you?’
This is news to Pat who knows full well he doesn’t earn enough to buy the sort of diamond earrings she will be expecting, but stifling a groan knowing that he will have to max out yet another credit card he meekly replies.
‘Yes Mistress.’
‘So shall we say tomorrow evening?’
‘Yeah that would be great. I’ll come over about six.’
Arrangements made they down their drinks and both look expectantly at Pat with his glass still full, reluctant to taste his drink.
Both women continue to stare at him wordlessly until he finally raises the glass to his lips and swallows the contents. He swallows as quickly as he can in the vain hope that it won’t have time to touch his taste buds on the way down. Of course it does, and he has to put his hand across his mouth to stop himself gagging and bringing it back up.
As Denise heads again for the shops with poor Pat trailing behind her, weighed down with all the bags and boxes from her earlier purchases Chrissie makes her way to the chemists to buy what she had originally gone into town for, smiling to herself pleased that she will get to show you off to her friend. It gives her a feeling of tremendous power to know that she can impress her friend with being the Owner of a real life slave. She is going to love making you perform for her.
By the time she returns from shopping you are still asleep, propped up uncomfortably against the wall. Your head hanging forward, the pull against your throat from the collar making breathing difficult, but through sheer exhaustion you have managed to sleep despite that. Still in a good mood, she allows you to continue sleeping for another hour while she takes a long hot soak in a scented bubble bath, sipping a glass of Merlot while she relaxes. When she finally wakes you it’s with a jug of ice cold water poured over your head. The shock of the water wakes you instantly but leaves you disorientated. It takes a while to remember where you are. As your last thoughts were of your home country you think you are there but can’t understand why are sitting naked, and soaking wet on the floor. As you make a move to stand up the collar and chain round your neck pull you back sharply and you instantly remember where you really are.
‘Up you get slave, you need to wash. You stink of piss and as I’ve just had a soak in the bath and come out smelling beautiful I don’t want you anywhere near me until you have cleaned yourself up.
She does indeed smell gorgeous; you instantly recognise the scent as she leans over you to remove the chain, as being the same one I use. It makes you yearn to go back to the time when I allowed you to lie in the bath with me when afterwards we made the tenderest love together. However, you can’t go back; you have to live in the present, and that means shifting yourself promptly before Chrissie becomes annoyed. Coiling the chain you leave it neatly on the floor next to the wall. Then awkwardly because of your aching muscles you crawl to where Chrissie is standing waiting for you. Remaining in position you wait for her permission to stand up like a man instead of being on all fours like a dog.
‘Get up off the floor and wash yourself slave.’
The command given you slowly pull yourself up and hobble to the sink. Since you’ve been with her Chrissie has never allowed you to use the bathroom and you have no reason to believe that today will be any different so under her watchful eye you fill the utility room sink with cold water and begin to wash your body and hair with the water and a small bar of soap. The cold water leaves goose bumps on your already cold and clammy skin and you start shivering uncontrollably. You would give anything now for a long soak in a hot bath, to relieve the aching in your body. The ice cold water serves only to make you ache even more. Drying yourself with the small threadbare hand towel that is the only thing you now own you can’t help but feel humiliated as Chrissie stands there watching you. She doesn’t try to hurry you but you find yourself hurrying anyway just because her gaze is unnerving.
When you’re finished you drape the towel over the edge of the sink, hoping that it will dry before you have to use it again. Drying a cold and wet body with a cold wet towel isn’t fun. Dropping to your grazed knees you crawl back to Chrissie and kneel before her. She feels a thrill go through her at how subservient you are being. She seems oblivious to any lack of enthusiasm on your part, only seeming to notice your obedience. Taking the leash, which lately has been permanently attached to your collar she leads you back into the kitchen, through the hallway and up to her bedroom.
She is eager to try out her new purchase on you. Taking the key to your manacles and leg irons from the drawer in her bedside cabinet she releases you from them. Noticing the chafing on your wrists from where the cuffs dug into them when you were hanging in the shed she kisses them tenderly and apologises before adding that it was your own fault though. If you had told her about your ‘little problem’ beforehand she wouldn’t have had to punish you.
Instructing you to lie on the bed face up, you meekly obey although secretly dreading what her ‘solution’ to your problem is. Allowing her to secure you by the wrists and ankles to the bed all you can do is lie there and wait. You were expecting some sort of equipment to be attached to your cock to make it hard. You’ve seen things in magazines and on the internet that are supposed to make your cock bigger and assumed it would be something similar so you are really surprised when she lifts your head up and gives you a couple of pills to swallow.
Then she sits on the bed beside you and stares at your cock – waiting. Nothing happens. Disappointed she demands to know if you are deliberately keeping it soft.
Quick to deny it you reply ‘No Mistress, I am eager to please you but I don’t know what is supposed to be happening.’
‘The tablets are supposed to give you an erection, and it’s supposed to last for hours so why the fuck isn’t anything happening?’
Realising that the tablets must be Viagra or something similar your heart sinks. The last thing you want for your sore cock is to be rock hard for hours! It suddenly occurs to her though that maybe you need some sort of stimulation. She also realises at the same time that you are still wearing the punishment cock piercing.
‘Shit I need to change that. Hang on slave, don’t go anywhere I need to get the other piecing.’
Laughing at her little joke she leaves the room to go and fetch it from the shed.
Lying there with nothing to do other than wait you turn your head to gaze around the room, not really interested in your surroundings but not wanting to just lie there thinking about what is to come. Her bedroom is surprisingly tasteful, cream walls and a soft cream deep pile carpet, pine furniture and to break up the neutral tones deep red silk curtains and bedspread. It doesn’t look like the bedroom of a mad woman but then what would a mad woman’s bedroom look like?
All too soon Chrissie reappears holding the other piercing in one hand. As she approaches the bed you involuntarily try and shrink back against it, making her laugh at you. Climbing astride your stomach facing your cock she lifts it, surprising gently, and changes the piercing to the original one, although this time before screwing the balls back on either end she attaches the chain to it.
Once finished she gently circles the head with the tip of a nail, whilst holding back your foreskin with her other hand. Whether it’s the result of the pills kicking in or her teasing your sensitive cock it gains a life of its own. Despite your hatred of Chrissie you can’t deny that she is an expert at what she is doing to your cock. Shifting herself backwards across your torso so that her pussy is inches from your face, you breathe in the smell of her sex as she lowers her head and takes your cock into her mouth, first of all her tongue flicking the tip, almost as if she was licking an ice cream then alternating between gently nipping and scraping the sides of the shaft and head with her teeth, and twirling her tongue around the piercing. Despite the tenderness from where your poor cock carried the heavy weight it reacts to everything she is doing to you, the warm wetness of the inside of her mouth exciting you to the point where you desperately want to pump your seed into her. The smell of her musky scent so close to your nostrils is so intoxicating combined with the heavenly sensations in your nerve endings that before you realise what you are doing you have raised your head, straining against your bonds in order to reach her. Shuffling back even further so that you can reach the delicious folds of her pussy lips properly she moans with pleasure as your probing tongue finds her sensitive clit. She is so aroused the small bud swells in anticipation of the pleasure to come. You bury your face in her, lapping her juices and probing her vagina with your tongue, both of you lost to your own pleasures.
For your part you cannot believe how turned on you are. You don’t remember ever feeling this horny, not even with me. You feel deeply ashamed that the woman you hate and who has caused both of us so much pain can illicit this lust within you. It makes you hate her even more. You don’t realise it is the chemicals in the pills that make you feel this way. All you know is that you can’t control the feeling, it’s like a primeval urge within you that has to be satisfied. Only a short while ago you were dreading the thought of having your sore and aching cock put through further tortures but now all you can think about is being set free so that you can hump Chrissie for all you are worth. However, you don’t get the chance to beg her for your release, as the combination of weeks without stimulation and Chrissie’s mouth sliding up and down your cock driving you wild you can’t control yourself and cum, shooting your load straight down her throat.
Coughing and spluttering – she clearly wasn’t expecting you to cum quite so soon – Chrissie lets your cock plop back against your belly spunk still pumping from it. As she lifts her pussy away from your face and turns round to sit facing you the enormity of what you have just done sinks in. Your face draining of colour you lay there, bound and helpless, eyes closed not daring to look at her while you wait for her anger to spew forth. Even as you lie there waiting for the inevitable a part of your brain recognises that despite your fear and the fact that you have just orgasmed you still have a raging hard on.
The stinging slap to the side of your face leaves a vivid red handprint on your cheek.
‘You filthy stinking whore of a slave!! You DARE to shoot your filth into my mouth?? You are nothing more than an animal. I try and be nice to you and what do you do? You treat me like a whore by defiling me!’
Not giving you a chance to respond she slaps both sides of your face again and again bringing tears to your eyes and a red hot burning glow to your cheeks. Then abruptly she stops, takes your face in both hands so that you are forced to look at her and giggles.
‘Oh Roy the look on your face is priceless! I bet you were shitting yourself then weren’t you? I’m not really mad with you, I knew you wouldn’t last long, after all when was the last time you came?? But I would have appreciated a bit of warning so that I could avoid almost choking to death!’
Unnerved both at the use of your name, the first time in weeks, and her abrupt change of mood you are wary of opening your mouth to apologise incase it sets her off into another tirade of abuse at you for you daring to speak without permission, but if you don’t then that might be wrong too so taking a chance you apologise profusely to her.
‘I’m so sorry Mistress. You are right I am an animal. I couldn’t control myself and I am deeply sorry. I don’t deserve to be in your bed receiving this pleasure from you. I…….’
Cutting you off from what you were about to say with a hand over your mouth she smiles and leans forward to kiss you on the forehead.
‘It really is sweet that you know you don’t deserve me. Of course you don’t, we both know that. The only reason I was sucking you off was so that we could get that first nasty orgasm out of the way. I’m going to give you a few more just to make sure you’re balls are emptied completely and then I’m going to have my fun!’
Taking your rock hard cock in her hands she teases it all over again, several times bringing you close to orgasm but stopping abruptly just before you reach it. Watching you writhe around on the bed in a combination of extreme pleasure and torment your movements restricted by your bound limbs stretched to their limits to each corner of the bed gives her enormous pleasure, she can feel her heart beating faster and her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as her excitement increases. Listening to you beg her for your orgasm turns her on immensely. She never thought that the day would ever come when she would have you all to herself and at her mercy. Your pleasure and your pain are both in her hands, and that heady feeling of power is intoxicating. She really does own every part of you. Just the thought of it makes her cum without any physical stimulation at all.
Finally having let you shoot your load twice more she decides its time for her pleasure. She is thrilled that even after an hour and three orgasms you still have a raging hard on. The blood pumping furiously into your cock causing the veins to stand out prominently. By this time however, although still hard your cock is really sore and sensitive. Having been brought to orgasm three times in quick succession the overwhelming urge to hump anything you can has gone. All you want to do now, like most men post orgasm, is roll over in bed and go to sleep. However, the fact that you are bound hand and foot, still with an erection and an unsatiated Mistress means there is absolutely no chance of that.
Breathing heavily and sweating profusely even though you have not exerted yourself physically you lie there waiting for her next move. For some reason, you don’t know why and she doesn’t explain she decides that as well as being bound she also wants you gagged. Being used to wearing a ball gag and having your mouth filled to keep you silent you are surprised when she takes a black leather belt, a pattern of metal holes punched all the way round it, and holds it against your lips. Automatically you open your mouth so that she can push it in behind your teeth. Your mouth is stretched wide against the stiff leather and when you try to close your lips around it the belt doesn’t give, so your mouth is forced to remain wide open. Lifting your head off the pillow you allow her to buckle it behind your head. You weren’t prepared though for her to pull the belt really tight before she buckled it and wince as it cuts into the corners of your mouth. You know that when it is removed you will have cuts on your mouth and an imprint of the belt across your cheeks where it bites into your skin.
Next she releases your legs from the corners of the bed only to re-secure them by tying them together at the ankles and securing the other end of the rope to the footboard. Satisfied that you are trussed up as she wants she climbs back on top of you. It seems that she has forgotten her earlier decision to make you do all the work. For that you are grateful because your back is still sore from the earlier beating, although you think ruefully one good point about being the one to do the work would be that you could go easy with your sore cock, but with her on top there will be no respite for you.
And there isn’t. She rides you ruthlessly through several climaxes, getting a huge buzz from your muffled moans through the makeshift gag and your desperate attempts to buck her off you as your cock burns painfully inside her. The sensation of your cock piercing and the chain hanging from it tickling the walls of her vagina is like nothing she has ever felt before. It’s amazing! Several times she leans forward to kiss your gagged mouth and run her tongue around your widened lips. Unfortunately for you, she loves the way her belt forcing your mouth wide open makes you look. She intends to gag you that way more often.
But finally exhausted and satiated she flops across you, breathing heavily, her hair falling across your face in a fan. Unable to do anything else you lay helpless underneath her while she recovers her breath. By now, as well as having a raging fire burning in your tortured and still hard cock you have a thumping headache. You desperately need a drink, you can’t remember the last time you were allowed to have one, your mouth and throat are dry because the belt keeping your mouth wide open stopped you being able to swallow or produce saliva to keep it moist. Whether she realises it or not she is torturing you at this very moment.
The ringing of the telephone eventually makes her shift herself from the bed. Lifting the cordless handset she tucks it between her shoulder and her ear so that while she is talking she can release the belt, making you wince again as she has to pull it even tighter to make the metal spike pop out of the hole it was secured in. You immediately close your mouth, your jaw clicking as you do, and swallow several times trying to get some saliva flowing. While you do that Chrissie sits on the edge of the bed and idly traces one finger along the imprint left on your cheeks by the belt, at the same time as she talks to the person on the other end of the phone.
Her next move is completely unexpected. Still chatting away she climbs back on the bed and squats above your face, her knees pressing down heavily on your arms. You can’t believe that she wants to be pleasured again, especially while she is on the phone! But you obediently open your sore mouth ready for her to lower herself onto your face. The first short burst of pee takes you by surprise and you start coughing as you choke on it. Although you are desperate for a drink, this isn’t what you were hoping for. Chrissie lets you recover before letting the next burst shoot into your mouth, not out of consideration for you but because she doesn’t want to spill any on her bed linen. Continuing to chat on the phone while using you as a toilet, she is letting you know in no uncertain terms what she thinks of you. She isn’t even bothering to give you her attention while she uses you as a toilet. You are not worth any consideration at all.
Finally the phone call ends and her bladder is empty, leaving her to turn her attention back to you. Absentmindedly she leans down to kiss your lips again but the smell of piss on your breath makes her wrinkle her nose in disgust.
‘Uggghh you stink you dirty pig. I bet you enjoyed that though didn’t you?’
Wearily you reply ‘yes Mistress.’
Chrissie resolves never to use the toilet again to pee while you are around. From now on, just like Pat you will drink her nectar. She muses that she could even bottle it and store it in the fridge for you to drink cold, maybe even make ice cubes with it that she could demand you suck on. The thought makes her smile, and makes her horny again. She had intended to release you for while but full of excitement again she decides not to give you a break.
It is going to be a long evening…….
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