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I was on my knees on a small, brightly lit platform, shuddering whenever the whip whistled through the air and slashed at my defenseless shoulders, back, buttocks and widely thighs. Except for the collar, there was nothing on me. One hand caressing myself between the legs, and the other playing with nipples on my small chest, I quietly moaned in pain and pleasure.
Ahead in a dark corner of a large room, sitting comfortably on leather sofas, they were chatting in half-voices and were ringing with glasses ...
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Ahead in a dark corner of a large room, sitting comfortably on leather sofas, they were chatting in half-voices and were ringing with glasses ...
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The sun was fading over the birches near the horizon, coloring the building of the bus station, high-rise buildings around and a noisy crowd at the landing site with the last glimmers of red.
Natasha picked up a sports satchel, walked away from the ticket office, went out into the street and quickly walked in the direction of the queue to the bus, shoving a ticket into a battered bag dangling to the steps of the right hip as she went. On a worn cloth belt, a badge with a smiley gleamed over his chest right above his chest, complementing the cropped cropped as a final touch ...
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Natasha picked up a sports satchel, walked away from the ticket office, went out into the street and quickly walked in the direction of the queue to the bus, shoving a ticket into a battered bag dangling to the steps of the right hip as she went. On a worn cloth belt, a badge with a smiley gleamed over his chest right above his chest, complementing the cropped cropped as a final touch ...
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