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Cuckquean Diaries Scrubbing Up
"I think this skirt is too short. No-one would wear this as their uniform." My husband steps up behind me, his strong hands on my hips. He looks into the mirror over my shoulder and I feel the gaze of his strong dark eyes on my body, drinking in every inch of me. My cheeks redden and I feel a tingle between my legs. His voice is like the tolling of an ancient brass bell: "It's perfect." It was his idea, at least initially, but I got to pick the apartment: a penthouse in a fin-de-seicle building...
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