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You don't know how much time has passed. You tried to count the seconds, but after a few minutes you gave up. No matter how long it was, it felt like days. And he's still not back. Shouldn't the cashier be wondering what happened to me? Why isn't she coming to look for me? Has she really forgotten me or does this happen often? Panic keeps growing further and further in you and yet you can't help but notice that a part of you enjoys this, enjoys being **** like this, completely at the mercy of some man you don't know at all. Thinking about the position you're in - tied to a chair, your exposed pussy inviting anyone to fuck it as much as he wants - is enough to make your pussy dripping wet. What is wrong with me?

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