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“
Come
here
.
”
I
stand
in
front
of
him
.
“
Now
turn
around
,
bend
down
,
and
grab
your
ankles
.
”
I
blink
at
him
,
and
his
expression
darkens
.
“
Don
’
t
hesitate
,
”
he
admonishes
me
softly
,
an
undercurrent
in
his
voice
,
and
he
pops
the
balls
in
his
mouth
.
Fuck
,
this
is
sexier
than
the
toothbrush
.
I
follow
his
orders
immediately
.
Jeez
,
can
I
touch
my
ankles
?
I
find
I
can
,
with
ease
.
The
T
-
shirt
slides
up
my
back
,
exposing
my
behind
.
Thank
heavens
I
have
retained
my
panties
,
but
I
suspect
I
won
’
t
for
long
.
He
places
his
hand
reverently
on
my
backside
and
very
softly
caresses
it
with
his
whole
hand
.
With
my
eyes
open
,
I
can
see
his
legs
through
mine
,
nothing
else
.
I
close
my
eyes
tightly
as
he
gently
moves
my
panties
to
the
side
and
slowly
runs
his
finger
up
and
down
my
sex
.
My
body
braces
itself
in
a
heady
mix
of
wild
anticipation
and
arousal
.
He
slides
one
finger
inside
me
,
and
he
circles
it
deliciously
slowly
.
Oh
,
it
feels
good
.
I
moan
.
His
breathing
halts
and
I
hear
him
gasp
as
he
repeats
the
motion
.
He
withdraws
his
finger
and
very
slowly
inserts
the
objects
,
one
slow
,
delicious
ball
at
a
time
.
Oh
my
.
They
’
re
body
temperature
,
warmed
by
our
collective
mouths
.
It
’
s
a
curious
feeling
.
Once
they
’
re
inside
me
,
I
can
’
t
really
feel
them
—
but
then
again
I
know
they
’
re
there
.
He
straightens
my
panties
and
leans
forward
,
and
his
lips
softly
kiss
my
behind
.
