Her hair and makeup were perfectly done, her seamed black silk stockings securely held by the French lace garter that he had gifted to her many months ago. Her matching black lace bra and panties were the only other garments that she wore. The clock on the wall facing her indicated that yet another half hour had passed by. Almost reluctantly, she slid her fingers into her panties and began circling her clit. Sh...

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