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My Sojourn Begins
My Sojourn BeginsReggie has been held thoroughly restrained with senses deprived for some two weeks. Every morning, after Ms. Grover leaves, I dash to the computer, log in and watch while Nurse Peggy supervises bladder relief. Then I have her disconnect the spreader bar and slip it away, temporarily, so Reggie can have his p***s stand for me while I coax in my most soothing sultry voice. He is becoming more and more obedient and disciplined. I enjoy myself immensely. Still, there’s satisfaction lacking. Though my fingers toy with warm wet labia, I really enjoy the deep penetration which kneads the anterior fornix. Thus I declare it time for the faux widow, Elizabeth Bouvier, to seek more solitude. “I have arranged with the attorneys to have your paycheck mailed,” I explain to Ms. Grove
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