Emily pressed her hands against Vivette's thighs, too weak to push away, throbbing and burning over her body, thinking this was as bad as it could possibly get... The scent of the other woman drew her, excited her, but she didn't understand her own excitement. She was a proud and entitled person who didn't really understand that her secret fantasies of being a slave were deeper in her being than she'd ever willingly admit. Brilliant red curls surrounded her blushing, innocent face. "I am not a slut! I'm saving myself for my husband! I'm going to have beautiful children! A home and a life you'd never understand!"
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