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Chapter Forty-Five

My Master murmurs, “Aren’t we the juicy one, Mrs Haswell…” The pinch tightens and I’m panting against the pressure when abruptly, snapping away his hand, dropping his face, he replaces fingers with mouth and lips.

Drawing the single nipple between tongue-tip and teeth, the sharp enamel edge razors ...

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