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ass cheek and squeezed. Miar stood in front of a large double door, solid wood and intricately carved, waiting for her 'pat-down' to finish. She glanced down at the bald, masculine man crouched on her right, now feeling her inner thigh, then to her skimpy outfit. A red push-up bra, that emphasize the perkiness of her modest breasts, and tiny red thong, just big enough to cover her pussy. Well-toned physique from regular exercising and alluring curves of her slender waist and round butt never fail to draw attention and her current clothing, or lack thereof, screamed 'groped me'. Still, an urge to break his nose boiled in her chest and Miar took a long deep breath to suppress it. The man stood and stepped to her left, his thick fingers traced the small of her back. Miar