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Now she had a good rhythm going. Amy kept her eyes closed, so she could concentrate on what she was doing without having to think about it. She heard the man groan once, and then she felt his fingers digging into her hair. She quickened her pace. It would be over soon, now, very soon. Then she would get her reward. They would let her drink from the stream, and she could wash the taste of him from her mouth. There was still that third man, but he didn’t seem interested in her at all. Not yet, anyway. She was sure that he would be eventually. She’d endure that when the time came for it.
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