I track you fearfully with my eyes until you move out of my field of vision. You elicit soft gasps and whimpers when your hands pass over my breasts, my pubic mound, and run down my buttocks.
I hate this. You're treating me like an object, a piece of meat. I remember how you said you got possession of me, made me disappear, by bribery. That's no better than being bought.
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