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Chapter 21
Chapter Eleven Once Christian Barth left the house, Jason, Matthew and Erik disappeared from the living room going in different directions without explaining their behavior. The three slaves were tossed into a void of attitude and feeling, left alone in costumes that seemed to be increasingly more annoying with each second that ticked by on the mantle clock. Though the aggravation produced by their garments hurried them into this frustrating and nonsensical in-between, it also submerged them headlong toward their sordid s****l cravings. Then, as though it were a homing beacon, the book lying on the mantle engaged their minds, luring them back under the spell that had so completely named their days and their hours spent in bondage. It had defined their feelings, their s*x, every second of
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