Each of them has their own individual kinks – Part 3
If you missed the earlier Parts Mr Stroker laid a hand upon my shoulder and gently stroked up and down my arm. His touch light yet reassuring. It was just what I needed. “My poor little one,” he soothed. “Your poor little body so mistreated by all those big men.” His words surprised me, but …
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