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“Stay,” he growls before I feel the loss of his body

I’ while I wait here like an obedient dog, pulling on what I can only think to be handcuffs Seconds later, that ht It’s tied in a knot, securing it in its place

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Matt turned olf course, and he yelled atainst him while his friends were only a few feet away No one was paying any attention to us, and it’s not like I was naked I earing a skirt All he had to do was lift it up and touch me

Theme jump and cry out “Answer me,” he demands in my ear

Did he ask me a question? I try to rack , so I just say, “Yes”

His hands come around the front of my jeans, and he unzips them

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