With her mistress outside, she's an obedient subby-mannequin. Motionless, except those pretty obsidian eyes are peeking across the crowded room. Her blush is vivid; she realizes I'm staring. Being recklessly dissolute, I lick my lips when she peeps again. It's well known my lipstick is called Forbidden Touch. Her coal-black eyelashes flutter, then survey the room. The party-goers don't
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