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hands against the bodies of women I did not know. Their hands touched
back; I felt reassuring fingertips glide along the backs of my arms and up
over my shoulders. When Myr stopped 's kiss the smiled down at me, I
looked around quickly at the women who surrounded us. They were all
different; some were old and some were young, some looked so soft and
others so hard, Aimee'. But they were all women, and they were all here to
love me.
I'm sorry; I guess I get carried away. It's hard not to, even for me,
even after all this experience running a brothel. They were all beautiful,
Aimee', and I think that's why I run such a wonderful brothel-- I know how
to get beauty out of a woman who wants to be beautiful, no matter how
comes to me. I know how to see it and how to enhance it. And I know who
to show it to.
And as they touched me, the hands became bolder. But always Myr,
Cyl'Dia's slave, was allowed to lead the way. 's hand over my teat slid
down my belly and over my furred mound, sliding over and cupping my entire
cunt the way it had my breast. This, strangely, didn't s
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