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Chapter Eleven-3
He came quickly. She managed to draw her mouth away just as the sperm spurted from him, though she kept her hand moving so he would ejaculate fully. His c*m ran down her face. She wiped it away with her hand, and rubbed her hand on the sack she was kneeling on. The man zipped up his trousers and without a word left her, and when Paula arrived to collect her Sophie was demurely peeling potatoes. Her punishment that evening was a mere seven strokes, two for wriggling again during massage and five for talking. Since they were delivered with unerring accuracy to the exact same spot as the previous evening, and since it seemed to Sophie that Paula laid it on harder, the pain was not inconsiderable. This time she bore it without a sound, and felt proud of herself. Roberto would think well of me
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