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“Okay then,” Madame X responded, reaching up to let down the girl’s hands. “I was afraid,” she whispered. “Do you need anything right now?” the woman asked. “I… I don’t know, Mistress,” the slave muttered. Were you worried that if I caught you trying to escape, I’d hurt you?”
“No… I don’t know, Mistress. After a couple minutes of sensual kissing, the dominatrix rolled over and lay down next to her slave on the floor, wrapping her arms around her and holding her captive tightly against her warm body. She licked along the submissive’s pussy lips and felt her shudder in excitement as the woman’s tongue grazed lightly over her clit.