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Her desire took another sudden orgasmic leap – anything he did to her now would cause a similarly erotic response. “A stroll down memory lane for you, I imagine,” he said, as he gleefully poked at her cunt with the tip of his cane. She winced and he backed off briefly, “Yeah, sure,” she hedged, “just not a stroll I planned to take.” He smiled twistedly and began teasing her p***y with the cane again, jabbing her labia so that every poke caused her p***y to spasm. But while every poke and prod and jabbing dig sent her body to another level of arousal, each one heaped on more humiliation. How could she possibly come to this? What angry god wished her to suffer so? “But how quickly you adapt. Alexa. Just don’t let the memories cloud your thoughts. I own you now, and whatever you had wi