A Day in the Life... Part 2
Dropping her dress further, she stops again, watching the suffering on your face. Her fingers clasped around her dress, she twists them back and forth, her eyes on your clamps.
Catching the drift, you grab hold of them, twist them around. She keeps still, waiting for you to cry out, then gives a nod. Her hands continue to twist, waiting for you to roll around in the other direction. You do so. Five times, she watches you hurt yourself almost to the point of tears, both left and right.
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