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So far she hadn't moved, or made any sound. It occurred to her she'd gone to sleep in the nude last night, which presumably did nothing to dissuade her visitor. She was sleeping curled up on her side facing away from the door, so her visitor had only seen her back and butt in the moments the room was lit by the light from outside. Presumably he was now letting his eyes adjust to the gloom of her room, lit only by the LEDs of her alarm clock and small personal stereo.
Tegan wondered who the visitor was. Presumably Angus, she had a feeling on he would be so bold while at the same time being so subversive as to enter her room while she was sleeping without at least announcing himself. She considered the possibility that whoever it was was only there for the thrill or to peek at her which put her in mind of Brandon who was more standoffish and shy. Given his present virgin status (well, technically), she felt like he was the least like to approach the subject openly or directly.
Presently she felt a pressure on the bed next to her, and a hand caressing her from her shoulder down her back to her ass. It sent a chill through her, and she shivered, but otherwise did not respond. She assumed whoever it was wanted her to be asleep and for the time being she would stay that way. As much as her mind was abuzz with curiousity, she carefully maintained what she assumed was her regular breathing rhythm.
Then suddenly she felt fingers spreading her cheeks and the unmistakeable cold dab of lubricant being applied to her swollen, tender asshole. She could not held but flinch, another shudder as the chill ran through her and she adjusted to the change as the person carefully smeared it around, then deftly pushed a little inside her with a fingertip.
In Tegan's mind it was no longer 'the person'. It was Angus. It was undoubtedly Angus, the man who so far had a track record with fucking her in the ass and not being shy about it. Not only was he here to molest a sleeping girl, but to violate her anally to boot? She wonder how long it would take before he tired of that game and showed an interest in her other body parts.
The pressure next to her on the bed increased and she continued to feign sleep, though she doubted Angus was fooled, or cared. Presumably he was taking a moment to prepare his tab D for her slot A, and at that point the pretense would be over with. Sure enough, she felt his lubricated head slip between her cheeks and press at her tender anus, easing beyond her resistance. She expected pain given that she had not had time to recover, but she assumed he would be sensible, and take her gently.
Tegan gasped as his cockhead popped past her swollen ring, and with that Angus gave up the game too, gripping her hip and rolling her onto her front to lie atop her and hold her in place as he eased in. He was rock hard! He must have had some legendary-level morning wood and come straight to her to deal with it. She could only hope waking up ready to go had him nearly ready to pop, too.
Tegan threw out her arms and pulled her pillow to her face, biting down and moaning out as he fed inch after inch of his fat prick into her backdoor, until finally the entire thick chode was buried between her pale cheeks, stretching out her ring for the second time in (she estimated, unsure of the exact time) eight hours.
Once inside Angus took his time to hold her in place, impaled below him, before he started moving. She could feel him inside her, moving around being caressed by the silky pocket of her rectum, her tight ring gripping at and trying to repel the intruder, her resistance apparently only making his penis harder. He began long slow strokes, drawing most of the way out until just the head remained inside her then pushed his way back in, his breathing and soft groans indicating his delight at feeling her stretch open to receive him and before long he could no longer resist the urge to bring himself to completion using her hole as his masturbation aid. He drew himself most of the way out and began jerking himself with short strokes into her body, the tight sphincter gripping at the most sensitive part of him, the widest part of the glans. She could hear his breath catch in his throat as he hit his vinegar stroke and drove his iron spike all the way in one last time so he could enjoy feeling his seed bubble and pulse past her well used anus to travel up his meaty cock and spill deep inside her, in a place it was never meant to go.
They lay that way for a few minutes and just as Tegan began to wonder if he'd happily just live that way forever, in a state of perpetual sodomy, he eased himself off her and rolled off the bed, giving her a playful swat on the ass before leaving the room, briefly illuminating her sweaty, prone form with the outside light before closing the door behind him and casting her into darkness again.
In retrospect, she really hoped that was actually Angus, and not some other thick-cocked stranger with a penchant for anal.
Tegan threw on a comfortable sundress (having no interest nor seeing the point in underwear) after lazing abed awhile until she heard the front door close to signify Angus leaving for work on time as usual. Tegan emerged from her room, it occurring to her that she might have duties to attend to rather than sleeping in. It didn't bother her so much that she'd been used this morning since that was her offer, her end of the deal, and 'Angus' hadn't hurt her, not really. It was simply an adjustment process she'd need to go through as she got to know her housemates in new ways over the coming months. In truth his dismissive use had lit something of a fire in her and given her an itch to scratch, that she assumed one of the others would be all too keen to help with. She had intended to head to the bathroom to clean up but could hear the shower running and assumed Sam was in there getting ready for work and opted not to bother him. Maybe at a more convenient time she could surprise him - she felt at this point she more or less had free run of the house just as the men in the house could impose on her at will, but she would ease back those personal boundaries gradually.
As she lingered in the hall near the bathroom she became dimly aware of a noise behind Brandon's closed door and gently approached to investigate, listening while being careful not to lean on the door or anything else that might cause a disturbance. Porn! The distinct sound of people fucking and pretending to enjoy it could be heard through the door and presumably in that room Brandon was beating off to it. Really? Did she not make the terms of the arrangement clear? Did he consider his needs burdensome? Without another though Tegan rapped sharply on the door, which was quickly followed by the noise stopping and Brandon calling out "uh, just a second". Tegan gave him to the count of five then put her hand on the door and invited herself into Brandon's room. Since he hadn't thrown the privacy bolt, he couldn't have been too concerned about privacy, though it seemed he'd only just finished pulling his pants up and hadn't bothered to close the full-screen sex video he'd been watching.
"Tegan, what the hell?" he exclaimed as he alt-tabbed clumsily to another sex video, then gave up and minimised everything.
"Hey, what the hell to you too."
"What are you doing in here?"
"I thought you could use a hand."
"With what? What? No. I mean." he looks exasperated "listen I don't want to have sex right now".
"Hey, B, that's ok we don't have to do that. But I can help in other ways. Remember?" she licked her lips in what she hoped was a tantalising fashion.
"I don't want a blow job either, I just..."
"What, B? Whatever you want I'll do it. I mean, that's what I'm here for. Literally, it's my only purpose. It's kind of a big deal to put myself on the line like that and then find you here looking at porn like not even a whole day later."
"I get that Tegan, but like... it's still my business. When I do it, what I do, what I'm into. It's private. When I want your help, I'll tell you, until then, let me take care of my own business."
"Ok, sure, and I'm not saying quit the porn. Plus I know that as a young stud you got a loooot of oats you wanna sow. I'm just saying hit me up. I can make it better. You wanna go five, ten, times a day, I'm up for that. And I don't judge, at all. Ok?"
"I'll think about it." Brandon hesitated for a long time then stood and kicked off his pants, sending them into the corner of his room. Then in a moment of inspiration grabbed a pillow off his bed and dropped it on the carpet next to his computer chair before sitting back down. "Come here."
Tegan stepped over to him and sank gracefully to her knees, resting them upon the thoughtfully offered pillow and settling between Brandon's knees, unsure what exactly he expected of her. There was a faint musk that indicated recent arousal but he was not presently in a ready state. At the moment he was transfixed on his computer and after a moment began playing a video, seemingly continuing the one from earlier. Immediately she could see him slowly swell.
"Just use your hand for now, ok?"
Wordlessly Tegan complied, reaching for him and taking him in her hands. Gently she used both hands to caress his length, massage it, stroking the skin lovingly until it was fully erect again, before closing the fingers of her right hand around the base of the shaft and commencing with slow strokes, her hand gliding over the skin.
Brandon relaxed in his chair, not looking at her but at the video, which Tegan looked at also out of curiousity. She didn't watch a lot of porn but this didn't seem particularly remarkable or unusual. Common story, attractive young girl attends shady studio promising high end modelling work, finds out it's for nude modelling so she takes her clothes off, then gets told it's for porn but she has to do a free demo reel. Cue invasive and exploitative sex scene where uses her then tells her there’s no job. All staged, of course. Actual exploitation would be frowned upon from a legal standpoint, but they sold the fantasy. This girl in particular seemed extremely confused by the idea and the cameraman seemed to be losing his patience for her obliviousness until she finally relented and began to undress and perform for his camera.
Brandon's erection was nicely formed in her hand at this point and his breathing deepened as she took firm hold and began to jerk him in earnest, gripping the skin on his shaft and giving him strong strokes, trying to measure her speed an intensity to Brandon's apparent interest level. She kept switching between watching his screen and watching his face to see if he was nearing his peak though for the most part his eyes seemed glazed over until abruptly he began seeking through the video with his mouse. The video was about 45 minutes long but presently Brandon knew what he'd want when he found it. Tegan watched as he skipped through scenes of the girl giving a blowjob, to her getting fucked on the agent's desk first missionary then doggy then riding him. Then suddenly she was on her knees with a camera in her face as she feverishly sucked at the cock that had just been inside her for the last half an hour, and the commentary became more vulgar as the agent coaxed her to finish up. Tegan realised Brandon must be close and was hunting through the video for the so-called money shot, where the actress finishes the shoot and earns her pay - a term synonymous with being blasted in the face with spunk, and the way Brandon was twitching in her hand she figured her own money shot was on the way.
She began tugging at his cock trying to match the intensity of the on-screen action. He hadn't asked her to use her mouth so she didn't. Then on screen the agent pulled from the model's mouth and began furiously jerking himself off, grunting and groaning for the camera. Tegan felt Brandon stiffen in his chair and reinvigorated her efforts even though her arm was beginning to tire, knowing the end was certainly not far away now.
In the video the agent let out one final grunt then liberally applied a coating of white goo to the model's face, splattering across her nose and cheek and tightly clamped lips, her face scrunched up against the rain of semen in a clear display of distaste.
Seconds later, the damn of Brandon burst forth in a similar fashion and the first steaming wad caught her across the cheek and jaw as her face was turned to watch the display on the screen. She turned her face back in time for the second, larger burst to squirt directly onto her parted lips, his creamy seed liberally coating her tongue and running down her chin. Brandon bucked his hips, letting out a moan of relief tinged with expectation that suggested he wasn't quite done so Tegan kept jerking, a few more tugs was all it took to relieve him of his final burden, a third ejaculation which she attempted to gracefully accept across her other cheek only for it to arc too high and glue her eye shut.
Tegan swallowed the small amount that had made it inside her mouth then kissed the tip of his wilting member. "Thank you for sharing this with me, B."
"No... uh, no problem… T." Brandon said with a sigh. And with that Tegan rose to her feet and exited the room to see if the bathroom was free for her much needed cleanup.
Outside in the hall the first thing Tegan noticed was that the shower was no longer running. At that moment the door opened and Sam emerged from the steam with a towel slung low around his waist. She froze, knowing there was nothing she could do to hide her current facial decoration, but know knowing how to manage this. How was Sam going to react to seeing Brandon's spunk on her face? On top of that she was dimly aware that she'd not yet been able to do anything about the present Angus left inside her this morning either, though that one wasn't immediately apparent. Sam stopped directly in front of her in the hall, assessing the damage to her face. Then without warning he put his hand on her chest and pushed her against the wall, using his other hand to untuck his towel and let it fall to the floor. He ran that hand up her thigh under her dress and, finding her without panties grabbed her thigh and lifted it, pushing his body against hers. She could feel him growing against her, his rod rising as he rubbed himself between her lips until eventually he used her free hand to guide her hardening shaft into her, her hole already slick despite going untouched during Angus' brutal visit. He slid inside her easily then grabbed her other thigh, holding her aloft as he began to bang her against the wall. She put her hands on his shoulders and hung on for dear life as he pounded away at her hot box, her moaning urging him deeper and faster inside of her until, almost as quickly as it began, it was over. She could feel him twitching and spilling inside her, panting with the exertion of fucking while holding her up. He slid free of her as he released her thighs one at a time to led her feet return to the floor, permitting her to stand under her own power.
"Mm. Now you're properly used, girlfriend. I can't believe I still have that pussy all to myself."
With that, he kicked his towel into the air and snatched it, slinging it over his shoulder and returning to his room to continue to get ready for work.
Tegan felt unsteady. She hadn't come, not even close, but his vigorous effort had certainly shaken her up and she was hyperaware of his cooling seed slowly oozing out of her. Did he know Angus had visited her already that morning or was he only joking around? Presumably he wasn't just assuming that Angus had only knocked at her back door so far, so maybe he was simply that predictable a character, or they’d even compared notes. In any case, Sam appeared to have no issue with seeing her in a "used" state. In fact if she had to wager, she suspected he might be getting off on it and made a mental note to experiment with this. Angus clearly only wanted one thing at this point. Brandon... he was going to be slightly more of a puzzle. Well, it would give her something to think about while she was being railed by the experts, anyway. She shook herself out of her daze and continued into the bathroom, shedding her dress and stepping into the shower. -->
Tegan wondered who the visitor was. Presumably Angus, she had a feeling on he would be so bold while at the same time being so subversive as to enter her room while she was sleeping without at least announcing himself. She considered the possibility that whoever it was was only there for the thrill or to peek at her which put her in mind of Brandon who was more standoffish and shy. Given his present virgin status (well, technically), she felt like he was the least like to approach the subject openly or directly.
Presently she felt a pressure on the bed next to her, and a hand caressing her from her shoulder down her back to her ass. It sent a chill through her, and she shivered, but otherwise did not respond. She assumed whoever it was wanted her to be asleep and for the time being she would stay that way. As much as her mind was abuzz with curiousity, she carefully maintained what she assumed was her regular breathing rhythm.
Then suddenly she felt fingers spreading her cheeks and the unmistakeable cold dab of lubricant being applied to her swollen, tender asshole. She could not held but flinch, another shudder as the chill ran through her and she adjusted to the change as the person carefully smeared it around, then deftly pushed a little inside her with a fingertip.
In Tegan's mind it was no longer 'the person'. It was Angus. It was undoubtedly Angus, the man who so far had a track record with fucking her in the ass and not being shy about it. Not only was he here to molest a sleeping girl, but to violate her anally to boot? She wonder how long it would take before he tired of that game and showed an interest in her other body parts.
The pressure next to her on the bed increased and she continued to feign sleep, though she doubted Angus was fooled, or cared. Presumably he was taking a moment to prepare his tab D for her slot A, and at that point the pretense would be over with. Sure enough, she felt his lubricated head slip between her cheeks and press at her tender anus, easing beyond her resistance. She expected pain given that she had not had time to recover, but she assumed he would be sensible, and take her gently.
Tegan gasped as his cockhead popped past her swollen ring, and with that Angus gave up the game too, gripping her hip and rolling her onto her front to lie atop her and hold her in place as he eased in. He was rock hard! He must have had some legendary-level morning wood and come straight to her to deal with it. She could only hope waking up ready to go had him nearly ready to pop, too.
Tegan threw out her arms and pulled her pillow to her face, biting down and moaning out as he fed inch after inch of his fat prick into her backdoor, until finally the entire thick chode was buried between her pale cheeks, stretching out her ring for the second time in (she estimated, unsure of the exact time) eight hours.
Once inside Angus took his time to hold her in place, impaled below him, before he started moving. She could feel him inside her, moving around being caressed by the silky pocket of her rectum, her tight ring gripping at and trying to repel the intruder, her resistance apparently only making his penis harder. He began long slow strokes, drawing most of the way out until just the head remained inside her then pushed his way back in, his breathing and soft groans indicating his delight at feeling her stretch open to receive him and before long he could no longer resist the urge to bring himself to completion using her hole as his masturbation aid. He drew himself most of the way out and began jerking himself with short strokes into her body, the tight sphincter gripping at the most sensitive part of him, the widest part of the glans. She could hear his breath catch in his throat as he hit his vinegar stroke and drove his iron spike all the way in one last time so he could enjoy feeling his seed bubble and pulse past her well used anus to travel up his meaty cock and spill deep inside her, in a place it was never meant to go.
They lay that way for a few minutes and just as Tegan began to wonder if he'd happily just live that way forever, in a state of perpetual sodomy, he eased himself off her and rolled off the bed, giving her a playful swat on the ass before leaving the room, briefly illuminating her sweaty, prone form with the outside light before closing the door behind him and casting her into darkness again.
In retrospect, she really hoped that was actually Angus, and not some other thick-cocked stranger with a penchant for anal.
Tegan threw on a comfortable sundress (having no interest nor seeing the point in underwear) after lazing abed awhile until she heard the front door close to signify Angus leaving for work on time as usual. Tegan emerged from her room, it occurring to her that she might have duties to attend to rather than sleeping in. It didn't bother her so much that she'd been used this morning since that was her offer, her end of the deal, and 'Angus' hadn't hurt her, not really. It was simply an adjustment process she'd need to go through as she got to know her housemates in new ways over the coming months. In truth his dismissive use had lit something of a fire in her and given her an itch to scratch, that she assumed one of the others would be all too keen to help with. She had intended to head to the bathroom to clean up but could hear the shower running and assumed Sam was in there getting ready for work and opted not to bother him. Maybe at a more convenient time she could surprise him - she felt at this point she more or less had free run of the house just as the men in the house could impose on her at will, but she would ease back those personal boundaries gradually.
As she lingered in the hall near the bathroom she became dimly aware of a noise behind Brandon's closed door and gently approached to investigate, listening while being careful not to lean on the door or anything else that might cause a disturbance. Porn! The distinct sound of people fucking and pretending to enjoy it could be heard through the door and presumably in that room Brandon was beating off to it. Really? Did she not make the terms of the arrangement clear? Did he consider his needs burdensome? Without another though Tegan rapped sharply on the door, which was quickly followed by the noise stopping and Brandon calling out "uh, just a second". Tegan gave him to the count of five then put her hand on the door and invited herself into Brandon's room. Since he hadn't thrown the privacy bolt, he couldn't have been too concerned about privacy, though it seemed he'd only just finished pulling his pants up and hadn't bothered to close the full-screen sex video he'd been watching.
"Tegan, what the hell?" he exclaimed as he alt-tabbed clumsily to another sex video, then gave up and minimised everything.
"Hey, what the hell to you too."
"What are you doing in here?"
"I thought you could use a hand."
"With what? What? No. I mean." he looks exasperated "listen I don't want to have sex right now".
"Hey, B, that's ok we don't have to do that. But I can help in other ways. Remember?" she licked her lips in what she hoped was a tantalising fashion.
"I don't want a blow job either, I just..."
"What, B? Whatever you want I'll do it. I mean, that's what I'm here for. Literally, it's my only purpose. It's kind of a big deal to put myself on the line like that and then find you here looking at porn like not even a whole day later."
"I get that Tegan, but like... it's still my business. When I do it, what I do, what I'm into. It's private. When I want your help, I'll tell you, until then, let me take care of my own business."
"Ok, sure, and I'm not saying quit the porn. Plus I know that as a young stud you got a loooot of oats you wanna sow. I'm just saying hit me up. I can make it better. You wanna go five, ten, times a day, I'm up for that. And I don't judge, at all. Ok?"
"I'll think about it." Brandon hesitated for a long time then stood and kicked off his pants, sending them into the corner of his room. Then in a moment of inspiration grabbed a pillow off his bed and dropped it on the carpet next to his computer chair before sitting back down. "Come here."
Tegan stepped over to him and sank gracefully to her knees, resting them upon the thoughtfully offered pillow and settling between Brandon's knees, unsure what exactly he expected of her. There was a faint musk that indicated recent arousal but he was not presently in a ready state. At the moment he was transfixed on his computer and after a moment began playing a video, seemingly continuing the one from earlier. Immediately she could see him slowly swell.
"Just use your hand for now, ok?"
Wordlessly Tegan complied, reaching for him and taking him in her hands. Gently she used both hands to caress his length, massage it, stroking the skin lovingly until it was fully erect again, before closing the fingers of her right hand around the base of the shaft and commencing with slow strokes, her hand gliding over the skin.
Brandon relaxed in his chair, not looking at her but at the video, which Tegan looked at also out of curiousity. She didn't watch a lot of porn but this didn't seem particularly remarkable or unusual. Common story, attractive young girl attends shady studio promising high end modelling work, finds out it's for nude modelling so she takes her clothes off, then gets told it's for porn but she has to do a free demo reel. Cue invasive and exploitative sex scene where uses her then tells her there’s no job. All staged, of course. Actual exploitation would be frowned upon from a legal standpoint, but they sold the fantasy. This girl in particular seemed extremely confused by the idea and the cameraman seemed to be losing his patience for her obliviousness until she finally relented and began to undress and perform for his camera.
Brandon's erection was nicely formed in her hand at this point and his breathing deepened as she took firm hold and began to jerk him in earnest, gripping the skin on his shaft and giving him strong strokes, trying to measure her speed an intensity to Brandon's apparent interest level. She kept switching between watching his screen and watching his face to see if he was nearing his peak though for the most part his eyes seemed glazed over until abruptly he began seeking through the video with his mouse. The video was about 45 minutes long but presently Brandon knew what he'd want when he found it. Tegan watched as he skipped through scenes of the girl giving a blowjob, to her getting fucked on the agent's desk first missionary then doggy then riding him. Then suddenly she was on her knees with a camera in her face as she feverishly sucked at the cock that had just been inside her for the last half an hour, and the commentary became more vulgar as the agent coaxed her to finish up. Tegan realised Brandon must be close and was hunting through the video for the so-called money shot, where the actress finishes the shoot and earns her pay - a term synonymous with being blasted in the face with spunk, and the way Brandon was twitching in her hand she figured her own money shot was on the way.
She began tugging at his cock trying to match the intensity of the on-screen action. He hadn't asked her to use her mouth so she didn't. Then on screen the agent pulled from the model's mouth and began furiously jerking himself off, grunting and groaning for the camera. Tegan felt Brandon stiffen in his chair and reinvigorated her efforts even though her arm was beginning to tire, knowing the end was certainly not far away now.
In the video the agent let out one final grunt then liberally applied a coating of white goo to the model's face, splattering across her nose and cheek and tightly clamped lips, her face scrunched up against the rain of semen in a clear display of distaste.
Seconds later, the damn of Brandon burst forth in a similar fashion and the first steaming wad caught her across the cheek and jaw as her face was turned to watch the display on the screen. She turned her face back in time for the second, larger burst to squirt directly onto her parted lips, his creamy seed liberally coating her tongue and running down her chin. Brandon bucked his hips, letting out a moan of relief tinged with expectation that suggested he wasn't quite done so Tegan kept jerking, a few more tugs was all it took to relieve him of his final burden, a third ejaculation which she attempted to gracefully accept across her other cheek only for it to arc too high and glue her eye shut.
Tegan swallowed the small amount that had made it inside her mouth then kissed the tip of his wilting member. "Thank you for sharing this with me, B."
"No... uh, no problem… T." Brandon said with a sigh. And with that Tegan rose to her feet and exited the room to see if the bathroom was free for her much needed cleanup.
Outside in the hall the first thing Tegan noticed was that the shower was no longer running. At that moment the door opened and Sam emerged from the steam with a towel slung low around his waist. She froze, knowing there was nothing she could do to hide her current facial decoration, but know knowing how to manage this. How was Sam going to react to seeing Brandon's spunk on her face? On top of that she was dimly aware that she'd not yet been able to do anything about the present Angus left inside her this morning either, though that one wasn't immediately apparent. Sam stopped directly in front of her in the hall, assessing the damage to her face. Then without warning he put his hand on her chest and pushed her against the wall, using his other hand to untuck his towel and let it fall to the floor. He ran that hand up her thigh under her dress and, finding her without panties grabbed her thigh and lifted it, pushing his body against hers. She could feel him growing against her, his rod rising as he rubbed himself between her lips until eventually he used her free hand to guide her hardening shaft into her, her hole already slick despite going untouched during Angus' brutal visit. He slid inside her easily then grabbed her other thigh, holding her aloft as he began to bang her against the wall. She put her hands on his shoulders and hung on for dear life as he pounded away at her hot box, her moaning urging him deeper and faster inside of her until, almost as quickly as it began, it was over. She could feel him twitching and spilling inside her, panting with the exertion of fucking while holding her up. He slid free of her as he released her thighs one at a time to led her feet return to the floor, permitting her to stand under her own power.
"Mm. Now you're properly used, girlfriend. I can't believe I still have that pussy all to myself."
With that, he kicked his towel into the air and snatched it, slinging it over his shoulder and returning to his room to continue to get ready for work.
Tegan felt unsteady. She hadn't come, not even close, but his vigorous effort had certainly shaken her up and she was hyperaware of his cooling seed slowly oozing out of her. Did he know Angus had visited her already that morning or was he only joking around? Presumably he wasn't just assuming that Angus had only knocked at her back door so far, so maybe he was simply that predictable a character, or they’d even compared notes. In any case, Sam appeared to have no issue with seeing her in a "used" state. In fact if she had to wager, she suspected he might be getting off on it and made a mental note to experiment with this. Angus clearly only wanted one thing at this point. Brandon... he was going to be slightly more of a puzzle. Well, it would give her something to think about while she was being railed by the experts, anyway. She shook herself out of her daze and continued into the bathroom, shedding her dress and stepping into the shower. -->
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