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s squirming on the bed he
ran ropes through the eyes in the ceiling and pulled my ankles high in
the air and wide apart. My rear end was nearly pulled off the bed. He
went to work on my rear opening with another lubricated vibrator,
beginning by working his fingers into my opening until I was relaxed
enough to accept it. With nothing to press against, it was hard for me
to stimulate myself. My squirming became more and more frantic. I
remember thinking that this isn't exactly going to wrench a confession
from me. I
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