#162810 - Just stroking around the panty-leg's elastic then, for another long minute which felt like eternity, and then softer than a feather, across the panty's crotch itself. 'Anything, sir,' she said, almost in a whisper, and then, looking up, repeated, louder, 'I'll do anything, Mr.
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