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It was quite some time before we returned to the scene in the interrogation cell. SMACK! I feel my lungs screaming at me to stop. I have now upped both power and speed, breaking into a furious cadence that I know will leave her with a lasting impression. ugh … And so here we are. I can’t! I am so tight!
