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She then crossed her arms, which made her ample breasts heave out above
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Chapter 3
"Put your arm around me," he whispered. "Can't have you falling off this bench, attracting the wrong kind of attention." |
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Chapter 4
I stood with my towel draped over my breasts, in awe and fear of Dr. Ferral Graves. Was there not a
thought in my head he couldn't ascertain before I knew of it myself?
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Chapter 5
Was it the rarefied mountain air that made women like Subi and Katy so eager to bare themselves? Or did Ferral's
mysterious powers have them shamelessly shucking their clothes? I wasn't at all convinced that nudity would foster the
proper concentration...
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Chapter 6
Raven Crest breathed easier in its master's absence and so did I, yet I sensed this was the calm before the next storm.
Pale rays of sunshine wavered on the horizon...
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Chapter 7
My own palm had found its way to my mound, from the pocket of my skirt.
The two I watched were too caught up to notice my furtive fumblings, so I ... |
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Chapter
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I planted my fists in my hips, determined not to let this wayward
Oriental--or my fear of her--force me into yet another inelegant situation. |
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Chapter 9
His heated body forced mine to sway to his beat, forward then back,
as his threats clung wetly to my ear. "And sooner or later, even our most cherished beliefs are betrayed.
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Chapter 10
Down fell her dress, rustling the coarse russet
curls that stuck out from beneath her corset, and then sliding faster along the silken length of her dark,
gartered stockings.
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Chapter 11
His tranquil expression still haunted me, and I wished
I could summon such a deep serenity for myself. Wished I could tend to my own business, now that
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Chapter 12
Wanting him to see the intruder's destruction and my trip-wired
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Chapter 13
I peeked in a side window while I caught my breath from my
arduous ride. Sure enough, the henna-haired madam had Ferral naked and spread-eagled on an examination table,
his wrists and ankles bound at its four corners.
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