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He smiled softly, sighing as he did so. "What did you think of my
tale?"
"It was beautiful, Master Darryn."
"No 'Master' is necessary, Aimee'."
"You truly loved him, Darryn. It was in your eyes, in the way you
held you head and your body as you spoke. Your voice. Oh, you must have
missed him so when you left!"
"Very much," Darryn agreed. "I wonder, did you feel excitment? Did
my describing the love of men affect you in any strong way?"
"Yes, sir! It made me feel warm and a little wet."
"Would you like to show me more, Aimee'? I would like to see you
pleasure yourself before me freely."
"Sir, I... I don't know. Master Teltirray has never asked for
anything like that."
"I just want to watch you, Aimee'. Nothing more than that. Please,
indulge this old man, would you?"
nodded. "Yes, sir!"
"And remember, when you pleasure begins rising, the image on the
page."
"I did not forget," said. leaned back against the small mound
of pillows had arranged for herself,
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