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High heeled inabitions stamped their want upon my back... as she walked all over me, her toes stubbing out my ***** like a discarded cigerette... causing searing pain giving sincere pleasure. Eyes bound could not see her gagged mouth could not taste her but I could feel her tap dancing new tattoos upon my calloused hands... each graceful step another movement in her ballet of belittlement. How I had begged to play the lead.
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
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High heeled inabitions stamped their want upon my back... as she walked all over me, her toes stubbing out my ***** like a discarded cigerette... causing searing pain giving sincere pleasure. Eyes bound could not see her gagged mouth could not taste her but I could feel her tap dancing new tattoos upon my calloused hands... each graceful step another movement in her ballet of belittlement. How I had begged to play the lead.
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
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