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1.3.17 His Request

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Each day,
when you have
a moment
I want you
to close your eyes,
and touch yourself
and think of me.

You may be
or not.

You may cum,
or not.

You choose.

But remember,
as your hand lingers,
in pleasure
or pain,
the feel
of my touch.

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