Zero Tolerance
Meanwhile he was in turmoil - he had the biggest case of blue balls he had ever had, he wanted nothing better than to look at his Mistress, to soak up her majestic beauty but he knew, he knew, it would be for the worse; he needed to take all she gave him if he was to end this period of denial. Not looking at her was the hardest thing he had ever done. In his mind, he thought od radiators and the moon and grass and anything else he could think of that was so far from sexy, just as a way to resist the urges, powerful ruges to look up.
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