Walking down into the darkened room, eyes gazing about. She walks over to the huge chair between the two cushions, running her finger lightly over the supple leather. A smile curves her lips as she leans over to pick of the small black crop. She runs her fingers along the shaft, gives her hand a little *pop* and sheds her clothing stuffing behind the chair. Her eyes brighten as she spies the mask, slipping it snuggly over her face, she turns in the dark room, gazing over her shoulder....
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