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You’re staying the night. Daddy takes my hand and leads me to turkish the bed that he and mommy sleep in. I’m sure that he saw the outline of my rings and chain AND the wet spot on my shorts when I used the machine that stretches your legs wide open. And, Krysten, let’s have you come join her.” I begin to panic, trying to press my casting thighs closed, push teen him off, scratch him, anything to prevent this from happening.

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