Keep It

“Wake up you bitches!” Miranda threw the covers off of the bed, and started swatting at the asses of my sleeping companions with pinpoint accuracy. She was deadly with that riding crop. I yawned contently as I was woken to the sound of sqealing women, jumping off the bed. My three bed warmers all circled around Miranda like wolves taking down a prey, no doubt eager to fucking me long into the morning. But my secretary was in no mood for such horse play, and simply waved them off. Like chastised dogs they slunk out of the room with their heads hung low, each of them casting a glance back at me, biting their lips for what could have been a fun morning. They left in their comfy wool sweaters, and knitted thigh highs. I always kept my bed room icy cold so I could feel their warm softy buddies cuddled against me.

“Good morning Master.” Miranda gushed, suddenly a fountain of sweetness and affection. Two maids entered from behind her. One with a tray full of breakfast. The other started sorting through my closet for an outfit for me to wear.

“Good morning Miranda. How’s my schedule looking today?” I sat up as Maid #1 set the silver tray down on my lap. She then got on her knees and started to massage and kiss my feet as I ate. Her face was obscured by a latex mask. Everything but her big watery eyes, and brightly painted lips.

“A busy day of leisure, and decadence. I took the liberty of scheduling some surf time for you in the afternoon.”

I yawned, and used my big toe to manipulate the lips of the maid sucking on it. “I don’t think I’ll have time for that. I want to inspect my girls.” I hadn’t been surfing since I took this place over. Too busy. Much too busy.

Miranda frowned, but nodded her head. “Of course. Well, after you finish breakfast, we’ll go to the nursery to grab Daisy. I suspect you’ll be in need of her assistance today.”

The nursery was a pastel nightmare I ran out of large room in Thetis’s Palace. Now, my palace of perversions. It was filled with stuffed animals, and building blocks, with loud and repetitive children songs blaring from speakers.

As I entered the room with Miranda there was a great squee of excitement. “Daddy!” A good dozen women squeed as I entered. A few wet their diapers excitedly as I came into view. Hey don’t judge me. After you break a hundred women to your will, you start to get a little bored of the usual stuff. Have you ever unpotty trained a lover? It’s good fun.

But those were just my baby girls. They sat in their piss filled diapers and bounced up and down excited on the floor at the sight of me, drooling, and babbling sweet nonsense in order to seduce me.

My little girls all ran my way. These adult women, padded over on birghtly colored knee high socks, clutching stuffed animals. Some sucked on their thumbs, or a binky, and wished that it was something bigger. They danced around me in their see through teddies. They hugged and kissed me and did everything they could to make me feel adored. “Daddy! Daddy! Come play with us!”

“Daddy! Yesterday I fit my whole fist up Tara’s booty! Come look!”

“Mommy!” One of Miranda’s little girls cooed, and hugged her. “Teacher kept telling me to stop pulling Marcy’s pigtails, but I wouldn’t! I’m such a bad girl mommy, I need to be punished.”

Miranda growled, and with a flurry of strikes from her crop had all my little ladies on the ground rubbing their sore butts, and crying. “We didn’t come for you pathetic puppy bitches. Where’s your trainer?”

Fredrika, the frazzled looking manager of the nursery came running out of her office, buttoning up her dress. “Yes! Yes! I’m here Mistress! Sorry for the delay!” She smelled pleasently of sex. As she buttoned up her dress two large dark spots began to spread across her chest, and milk was soon dripping through. Out of her office, one of my sluts came crawling out on all fours, sucking on a pacifier, with a huge vibrating dildo wagging around her ass like a tail.

“Where’s Daisy?” I asked, tweaking one of Fredrika’s cow nipples, clearly visible through her dress.

“Oooh!” She panted, and leaked. “She’s in one of our training rooms, with the new arrival you sent us. She’s been such a big help.”

Aww what a good girl.

Miranda and I headed over to the training room, while Fredrika stayed behind and put brightly colored band aids over the welts forming on her children’s bottoms.

As we passed through the room, the baby girls held their hands out towards me, impotently trying to get me to fuck them again, but lacking the motor skills to crawl over to me. Meh. It was so much fun, reducing them to drooling babies, but not a lot of fun fucking them after that. So I moved on, barely paying them any mind, other than the slight satisfaction of knowing that they’d once been fully competent women, and now they were this.

Miranda was even less kind, and just sneered at the harshly enough to make them erupt into tears. I think of all the women in my orbit, she held these ones in the lowest contempt. They’d been so **** for cock they’d allowed themselves to loose control of their bowels, could it get more pathetic than that?

She didn’t seem to think so, and neither did I.

We knew what room daisy was in, by the wailing that came from inside. “No Ms. Humpy, no! Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

Miranda shuttered. “I always forget what a psycho Daisy is.”

I nodded. “Her little girl act, does hide her sadistic side. Her parents really should have raised her better.”

She grinned at that, and I grinned back, then we both entered.

Daisy had a woman strapped inside of an oversized crib. She was spread eagle, with tight gloves and booties constraiting her hands and feet. Her trusty lover, Ms. Humpy the strapon wielding teddy bear was pistoning in and out of the poor woman, without a sense of tenderness. Ms. Humpy was wearing her own little latex hood, and a tiny pair of teddy bear stockings, which was pretty adorable. The poor little creature had been getting used well beyond anything it’s manufacturer had intended. The constant fuckings and washings of the stuffed toyed had left it ripping at the seams, one eyed, and with one arm dangling about by a single thread. I’d get Daisy a new girlfriend soon, but I kind of liked seeing her make love to the pile of rags and stuffing.

“Princess, what are you doing?” I put my hands on my hips.

Daisy giggled and looked up at me from her victim. “Ms. Humpy and Me are playing with Ruth.”

“Daaaaaddy.” Ruth sobbed, and looked at me with big pleading eyes.

“Well you’re done.” Miranda said. “Master has a lot of cunt to fuck today, and is going to need your help.”

Instantly my little girl started drooling, like a pussy preparing itself for me. She jumped to her feet and hopped about the room. “Woo woo woo! I’m so happy Daddy! I’ll be the best little girl, ever ever ever.”

“Grab your toy and let’s go.”

Daisy nodded, and pulled Ms. Humpy out of Ruth.

It was…

Shocking.

Connected to that little teddy bear was a rubber horse cock at least two feet long. It came out of Ruth with a long wet, sluuuuuuuuuurp, and dripped thick lube. “Aaaaaaah!” Screamed the poor woman, as at least ten pounds of hose cock was pulled out of her cunt.

I’d upgraded Daisy’s fluffer ability to it’s max. Which meant she could make a cock grow, and transform into whatever she wanted. She must have blown half the animal kingdom by this point.

“Daddy.” Ruth whimpered, tugging on her restraints.

I tilted my head to Miranda. “Score?”

“84”

I tsked. “Not good enough, baby girl. Get rid of the rest of that pesky will, and maybe I’ll play with you.” I turned to Miranda. “Plug her up, and let’s jet.”

“She has a trait, available.”

I waved her off. Whatever, do what you want to her.”

“Miranda grinned and walked over to the section of sleepy time dildos the girls slept with during nap time. She went to the section of extra large plugs, marked off with black and yellow warning tape. “Congratulations Ruth, you just became a size queen.”

“Master!” Brooke popped her fingers out of her asshole, and got to her feet. She bowed to me. “My love!” She went to hug Miranda, but got slapped across the face so hard, it sent her sprawling on the floor. She caressed her cheek with a blush on her face. “You’re so perfect.” She cooed, and crawled to the two of us. “And little sister, of course.”

Daisy waved her hand, but didn’t say anything, much too occupied sucking on her pacifier.

“What can I do for you?”

I grunted. “Fuck me, obviously. What else are you good for?”

She smiled and started crawling back to her couch. “Absolutely nothing master, nothing at all.” She crawled up on the couch, and spread herself for me. She put four fingers on one side of her asshole, four fingers on the other and she spread that shit wide open for me. “Shall I prolapse for you today?”

“Not today.” I dropped my pants. “I’m going to fuck your cunt.”

“What?” Brooke whined, turning her head to face me. “But my shitty cunt is worthless, why would you want to do that?”

“Well so are you, but I still keep you around.” I turned to Daisy. “Suck Daddy’s cock baby.”

She brightened up, and pulled her pacifier out of her mouth. She gagged as the serpentine length of rubber was pulled from her thoat. She gagged joyfully, and spit up a deep froth of bubby drool as it came out. She let it drop to the floor, and swallowed me like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Which was true for a growing number of women in this city.

“The truth is, Daisy here gives me such a big cock, that all my favorite holes are worn out and stretched. I figured since your cunt hasn’t even been touched in eight months, that shit’s got to be tight as hell.”

She pouted and turned over of the couch. I could see the shiny glisten of the many piercings we used to keep her cunt permanently closed. She looked down at her pussy in disgust, the same way Miranda looked at them. “This is gross.”

“Oh shut up you stupid cunt, he’s going to fuck it anyway. Why are you trying to act like your opinion matters?”

Brooke shuddered and closed her eyes as a wave of sexual energy passed over her. I’d upgraded Brooke’s love for Miranda. She was now obsessed with my #1 ****, and got sexual enjoyment from any attention Miranda would give her, which was usually just insults, and beatings. Miranda hated lesbians, and Brooke’s shameless adoration of Miranda disgusted her more than most of the other girls. “Mmmm you’re so right, my love. Even a god should be allowed to fuck garbage when he wants.”

“Good girl.” I petted Daisy. “Not too big now. We don’t want to break Brooke’s pussy.”

“Do it master!” Brooke cheered. “Break my shitty pussy. Rip it open. It’s a useless hole anyway. I hate it.”

“Never the less.” I stroke Daisy’s cheek.

She spat out my dick.” Her face flushed, and heated. “All done Papa.” She slurped, drool waterfalling out of her lips. She sucked on her fingers. “Can I have an O now?”

I rolled my eyes. “The day only just started, and you think you deserve to cum? Miranda, spank this greedy little baby.”

“Yes master.”

“No no no no no! Aaaah! Mommy no let go! I’m sowwy, I’m sowwy!”

I approached Brooke, and started to stroke my spit covered cock. “Look how nice Daisy was to you.” We both looked at a dick that I would have once considered big, just an inch or so bigger than my natural hardon, but nowadays was miniscule compared to what she usualy gave me.

“Daisy, loves her big sister.” Brooke smiled. She scooted back to rest her head on the arm rest of the chair, and spread her legs wide. She was naked, except for her knee highs, which were basically a uniform around the palace. What can I say?

I got between her legs, and ran my hands along her pussy. I felt the series of interconnected rings that mutilated her lips. They were all connected by a series of tiny heart shaped padlocks, which ensured her pussy wouldn’t be open to anyone but me. “Miranda dear, unlock Brooke’s pussy.” As soon as I gave the order, there was a series of clinking sounds. The padlocks fell away, and Brooke’s pussy opened up like a blooming, metal laced flower. “There we go.”

Brooke looked away, like I’d just discovered her most shameful secret. “I’m sorry, Master.” She said, as if fucking her pussy was somehow a chore, or trial.

“You’re right to be sorry. This thing is disgusting.” I ran my fingers along the beautiful, and wet confines of what used to be her sex. I had no problems with it, I’m the one who made her pussy like this. But what motivation did I have to make Brooke feel better about it? Especially when it was so fun, to see her be so embarrassed by it. “Now Miranda, that’s a real pussy.”

She sighed the sigh of a dreamer. If only she could return to that wonderland she’d tasted so many months ago. Maybe on the anniversary of her enslavement I’d let her sleep with Miranda again. That’d be a nice treat, for one of my first girls.

“The thing is, that your pussy is stupid, as well as being ugly.” I dipped my fingers inside, and pulled out a glob of lube. “It knows it’s no good for fucking, and it still gets wet. How funny.” I lined my cock up with her hole, and slipped inside. “Oooooh yeah,” I sighed. “Nice and tight.”

Brooke had no reaction. Even with Daisy’s spit on my cock she couldn’t feel me inside of her. She just laid there as I railed her, and really quite enjoyed myself. Not just because I liked seeing the bored, embarrassed look on her face. I’d fucked enough women into mindless stupors not to feel ashamed about this one. It was actually part of the joy. To know that I was robbing her of pleasure that would change other women. “Hey, you worthless piece of shit. Your master’s fucking you, and this is how you behave?”

She blushed. Then lifted her arms so she could grab my shoulders. “Oh yeah baby! That’s good! Your cock is so big! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck my shitty pussy, you hero.” She did her best to give me some, real bad porn actress moans of delight. I loved it. The **** sincerity, the false enthusiasm. It was all so perfect.

So perfect that I almost came inside of her ten minutes into the fucking. I’m so used to cumming inside of her ass, and having her shit out the jizz, that I forgot. Until I heard her voice switch into actual enthusiasm. “That’s right Master! Cum in me! Give me a baby! Let me have your child!”

“Ugh!” I pulled out as soon as I could. Just barely hitting the mark in time to jizz all over her stomach, and not her womb. “Shit.” I gasped wiping my hand off on the couch. “Like I’d ever.” I took a moment to cool down, ignoring Brooke pouting. For a brief moment she must have thought she’d ever be something other than my ass toy. So sad.

Once I had my breath back, I stood up and scooped up a red solo cup off of the coffee table. It was half filled with spit, and I added my own to the collection. “For your hard work.” I spat in it again.

She sighed and looked at the cup dreamily.

The only liquid I let her drink anymore was the spit generously donated by the women of my harem. Not that she complained about this rule anymore. Seeing that chugging down drool made her cum her droves.

“Thank you master.”

Before we left Miranda hocked up a loogie into Brooke’s drink, she really didn’t like Brooke.

You see, the way I’d arranged Thetis’s palace, it was kind of like an upside down cone. Every morning I started at the bottom, and I worked my way skywards, entering different rooms, dominating different women, engaging in different delights. My role as shadow leader of Skyros was good and secure, the place practically ran itself. So I was free to fuck, and ****, and please, as I pleased.

“The cuckquean room,” Miranda announced as we peered through the window.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about this one.” I chuckled, whoops.

“Want to go in?”

“I think I do.”

Daisy unsheathed her pacifier. “Sucky time?”

“No, idiot.” Miranda slapped Daisy on the back of the head. “These women don’t get fucked. What are you good for?”

“Giving Daddy’s thingy kisses?”

Miranda just grunted and held the door open for me. I tugged Daisy along with me as I entered. She was wearing a leash. One of those backpacks that looks like a monkey that you use to keep your kids from running away. I had it tied around my waist so she wouldn’t go far. I knew she wouldn't but it was kind of fun having he strapped to me nonetheless. She was just a tool after all, and tools go on your belt.

Inside the room, they were playing videos of my various conquests over the month. Lots of me railing women, with big dumb smiles on their face. God Tia had a good O face. I was going to have to fuck her soon. “What’s Tia doing?”

Miranda checked her magnificent mind for Tia’s profile. “She’s the um… enhanced sense of smell. She lives in your hamper.

“That’s right, my laundry gremlin. Well, that’s a waste. What was I thinking?”

“I think you were in a bad mood.”

“ Alright, let’s get her out of there. Give me someone ugly to be my laundry gremlin. What’s a role for someone hot with an enhanced sense of smell?”

“Maybe something in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, let’s think about it.”

As we discussed Tia’s ultimate fate the cucks in the room were masturbating at their desks. They all wore school girl uniforms, and looked wonderfully deviant in them. “I like the way he’s **** her.” One of them announced.

“His cock is so big.”

“Look at her eyes, she’s completely dumb by this point.”

“Can you imagine what it’s like getting fucked by him until you can’t even think?”

“It’d be so hot! I can’t wait until I graduate, so he can fuck me.”

I stepped to the front of the classroom. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Master!” All the students shrieked, pulling their hands out of their twats. They all stood at attention, stiff as boards.

“Pause it.” I commanded the teacher of the classroom. She nodded and hit a button that emblazoned Tia’s perfect O face onto the wall. I can’t believe I was making her get off to dirty laundry for however long she’d been in my closet. “When I sent you ladies to this class, I was hoping to see some progress. But I think I may have been wasting my time. Maybe I should throw you all out, and make room in the palace for some more deserving sluts.”

“No master!” They all cried and shook in their schoolgirl socks. These had been the more stubborn women I’d encountered. The ones who would do anything but fuck me if given the choice. Emma Kim of course being their queen, right at the front of class. She looked at me with the empty shell shocked eyes of a person who'd been on the verge of cumming for months.

“Perhaps a pop quiz?” Miranda suggested from the back of the room.

(Go bored, moved on :p )

On the way through our final destination we passed through the Kennel. Which was Miranda’s favorite location other than my room. When we entered the myriad of hobbled women crawled to us, on their elbows and knees, barking like adorable little puppies. They licked at our legs, and feet and most of them rolled over on their backs to show us their ripe weeping pussies that were in dire need of a fucking.

“Aww, you poor dears.” Miranda cooed, as she petted one woman on the cunt. “Too many puppies not enough cock.”

“Train me a girl to be the stud for my kennel.”

“Oooh, what do you think girls?” She shoved a finger up the girl she was playing with. “What if we add a new girl, who’s got a big doggy dick strapped onto her. Would you all whine, and shove your pussys in her face, to show her how in heat you are?”

All the dogs barked excitedly and licked Miranda for suggesting something that could finally give them relief. Of all my sluts, these ones couldn’t even touch themselves. They were left to rub their pussies against the furniture, or hope a wandering **** would play with them.

“Of course when the master comes to play with you, you’ll all have to lift your legs and piss on her. Wouldn’t want her thinking she was the one in charge.” They all barked their agreement, and even I had to admit that I like the suggestion. “What do you think Mel?” She looked down at the puppy she was fingering. My sweetest most docile pup… so long as I kept her gagged, bound, and taped up.

“Arrghf aarrguff.” She tried to bark around her ring gag, and it was good enough for me.

“Alright, enough playing with the puppies.” I swatted my secretary. “You have such a soft spot for them.”

She shrugged. “Of all the women in skyros they’re the only ones that know what they truly are.” She kissed my shoulder. “I think you’re amazing for making these women see the truth in themselves.” She watched as my Dalmation rubbed her pussy against the face of my sleeping Poodle. “Absolutely pathetic.”

“Well, I’m happy to do it.” I slapped her on the butt. “I think I’m going to fuck Mel, you go on up, and get her ready for me.

Miranda flushed and nodded her head. “Of course.” She jogged out of the room, excited for her next task.

“Come on baby.” I pulled Daisy to me. “Let’s play with some puppies.”

Miranda

I padded up the stairs leading to Jasmine’s sanctum. When I opened up the door, she shrieked and threw a box at me. “It’s too late, I asked for more Bonbons ten minutes ago!”

I caught the empty candy box in my hand and tossed it off to the side. “Now now, is that anyway to treat me?”

Jasmine was at the center of an expansive bed, lounging in a sea of pillows and silk sheets. Magnificient soft drapes hung from the ceiling, shrouding sections of the bed with their opulence. The pregnant **** quivered when she saw who she’d addressed. “Mistress!” She lamented. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were one of my useless maids!”

“Mmm.” I sighed at my spoiled princess, quite pleased with her. “It’s alright.” I shuffled to her bed and joined her on it. Master made her wear gauzy harem pants, and a matching bra, which I thought showed off her pregnant body wonderfully. “You’re entitled to everything in the world, Precious.” I rubbed her pregnant stomach, the little queen within.

“Thank you.” She sighed, and I brought my other hand to her cheek. I ran my thumb along her, feeling the grain of her pores. “Mmm.” She pouted, then pursed her lips for me to kiss.

An offer which I gladly took up. I moved forward pressing mine to her’s, collecting the spit she had in her mouth as my own. Her tongue explored my lips as passion ripped through us. “I love you,” I whispered into her ear as I pulled away.

Much too soon for her liking, judging by the sad look on her face. “Is he coming?”

“Of course, we want to spend the night with his wife.” I snapped at some of the maids who were hiding behind columns around the room. “Prepare her with the ropes." They all bowed to me, and started approaching the bed to get the work. The untied magnificent red ropes from around the bed, and will well-practiced ease. They took this precious gem from above and began to wrap the ropes around her, securing them to her ankles, and tying her hands behind her back. They quickly formed a harness around he chest, wrapping her milk laden breasts gently. They framed her gigantic belly wonderfully as they ran the ropes down the outer reaches of her neither lips.

She whimpered and moaned as the maids tied her up for a night of tender ministrations by her husband. How I despised her for that. Off all the women in the palace he was the most gentle with her, and yet she still dreaded these nights when he visited. Others came and creamed by him spitting on them, or by me whipping them. She really was spoiled, she had no idea what it was like for the rest of us cock-hungry whores. “Now, now no pouting. You chose to submit to him. You clever girl.” I kissed her cheeks as she was craned gently into the air by the maids. This beautiful pregnant beast now floated slightly above the bed, her breasts and stomach dangly, her pussy dripping.

The maid she’d been waiting for finally came up the stairs with her cholately treat. Jasmine cast her a hard glare. The maid bowed her head, clearly embarrassed that she’d missed lounging time. “Apologies, my queen.”

“It’s okay.” I motioned for her to give me the box. “Fatty here still has time before master arrives.” I took the box, and plucked one of the chocolates out, and put it into Jasmine’s waiting mouth. “Jasmine, Jasmine, where has that beach body gone?” I ran my hands along her thicker thighs, her drooping breasts, her stretch marks.

She sighed. “Don’t tease me.”

“No, no I like it. I get wet seeing you like this. A woman, making me wet, can you imagine? I think once you give birth, I’m going to make you quite fat. If master doesn’t stop me. I like the idea of the fit young lady you used to be, becoming the corpulent queen of skyros, so fat and pampered.” I let out a soft giggle. “I like that.”

“You’re so cruel.” She whimpered and held her mouth open for another chocolate, which I of course fed her.

“I know, but you like it.” I ran my hand along her hairy cunt, soak, soaked, soaked, just like every other pussy in the palace. From the toilets to the queen we all dripped on the floors. What a paradise master had made for himself. I ran my hands through her thick hair, threading my fingers through it. “You know he makes everyone else shave.”

“Mmm.”

“He likes the natural look, but you’re the only one he lets grow their hair out. I think that’s sweet. It’s your little thing.” I dipped my fingers inside of her, and she cooed quite loudly. “Yeah just think what he’ll feel like when he enters you. I’m jealous, so jealous.”

“I want you to fuck me.” She moaned.

“Oh baby.” I ran my hand along her pert ass, like I was petting her. “I want that too, but you know no one is allowed.”

“Your fingers are in me right now!” She protested, kicking her legs impotently.

“This isn’t fucking.” I said, pumping faster. “I’m just getting you ready for him.” I pulled my fingers out, and looked at the golden nectar she’d coated them in. “May I taste?”

She nodded her head, so I stuck my fingers in my mouth, and let out my own moan. There was just something about her taste, that I love. “Geez, I love you.” I planted a kiss on her side.

We could hear Master coming up the stairs now. “I love you too.” She whispered to me as I skittered away.

I’ll admit that I was being a little naughty. I could have done better with her. I’m sure I could have made her love master if I wanted to. I’d done it to enough girls around the palace to know it’s all about motivation. But I never really tried. I liked how uncomfortable around him she was. It seemed like a nice kind of ****.

On who?

Master?

Jasmine?

I’m not sure. I really did love them both. But there was just something about not getting to have either that made me… feel like being naughty every once in a while.

But don’t worry. I know who’s really in charge.

And there she was, my goddess, my prize. Dangling from her rope throne, dripping for me. “Hello, darling.”

“Hello master.” She husked, voice quivering slightly. She hung there like a fat fly trapped in a web as I approached. “I missed you last night.”

“Yes.” I crawled onto the bed, and ran my hands along her warm soft body. Absolute perfection. “But my bed warmers, were getting so lonely without me there.”

I squeezed one milky tit, and licked her ass cheek, which caused her to sigh. “I’m sorry for all the things I said to you.”

“I know.” She’d been sorry for almost a year. Once Thetis was put in her place, Jasmine wasn’t far behind. I got behind her, where her cunt was displayed for my pleasure. The maids had done good work. Her feet, her ass, her cunt and pubes, all the things that make life worth living were in one frame, and quite perfect. Her tanned feet were covered in henna, and each of her toes had a lovely little ring around them, which I very much enjoyed sucking off. In fact. I put one of those delicious feet in my mouth, as I began to play with her pussy. Her gauzy harem pants swayed and quivered, and I played with their open crotch.

“It’s just mmm.” She bit her lip, as I hit that special little place she liked. “I was thinking, maybe you could return my memories to me, maybe? So that I could remember what it was like being in love with you.”

“No.” I split her lips open with the head of my cock, and buried myself deep inside of her. No need for Daisy on this one. I never had trouble getting it up for my wife. “You’re just going to have to learn to love me as I am now.”

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