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The Substitute
PrologFriday morning had come all too quickly for Jenny as she studied her firm breasts in the mirror. The puncture marks had faded nearly completely, and wouldn?t be noticeable at all if you didn?t know where to look. Slowly, she ran her hands down her chest and over the full, round orbs as she recalled the brutal lashings they had endured just two short weeks ago. She could still feel the bruising deep inside.As she lifted one leg and stepped into her white lace panties, she painfully...