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I quickly read the note and smiled to myself. After I finished reading it, I got out of bed and stretched my refreshed body. I felt like I had slept for days. Slowly, I crept into the master bath and washed my face. After I did that, I did just as Sean instructed and put on my sexiest set of lingerie that I had brought along with me.

I stood in front of the wall-sized mirror and stared at my curvaceous physique. My sexiest set of lingerie consisted of: a tiny red bra that only covered my nipples and chocolate colored areola, a matching G-string with no crotch, and a pair of five inch pair of red stiletto heels.

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