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... the head of the dining table, I melt into my position: sitting on my heels, hands tucked behind my back, tits out on display. My mind clears in situations like this and it feels a bit like cotton candy - soft, sweet and delicious. I don't overthink things, I just 'am'.
After some time, I hear, "dumpster whore, come." from another room.
Slowly, achingly, I move to my hands and knees, skirt around the chair and table and crawl out into the hallway, nipple jewels swinging from my c ...
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