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He
is a dark-haired man of medium height and build, not physically imposing
but with a calm, commanding air of one who is accustomed to being obeyed.
His hair is longish, he wears a beard, and he is dressed in a dark burgundy
robe. He does not approach me directly but rather observes me silently
for a time.
When he finally speaks, it is to say, "Chin up a little more, my dear, and arch your back a bit... Good. Now lift your hips toward me. Yes, that's good. Stay like that. I want get a good look at you." He moves to the piano, picks up a large candelabra and walks toward me. He extends his arm, allowing the candlelight to wash over and illuminate my shamelessly-exhibited sex as my face reddens with embarrassment. Please Note: Some images
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