Finding the right master
Erica North sat in front of her mirror putting on her lipstick in nothing but a bondage harness that kept her breasts exposed. Her hair was down over her shoulders and fresh whip marks was on her back. her night's fuck had left hours ago but she didn't care he was pour excuse for a master. She stood up and removed the harness and looked at her sweater and knee length skirt. She walked over and was about to put it on when she remembered she had almost gotten fire from her last job for...
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