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pagne. I walked over toward his chair, but
didn't get too close. I was unsure what he wanted of me, and preferred to be
safe rather than sorry.
"Come over Aya's e in front of me and lift your skirt so I can see how
you look," Richard ordered.
I stopped about 3 feet in front of him and lifted the skirt. He sat
there for a moment studying me, then nodded and told me to let my skirt down.
"That's good, Michelle," he said. "From now on, when you're with me,
you'll pay particular attention to your pussy hair for me.
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