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The driversBlack stilettos encased not only her foot but the heavy black stay up stockings that travelled all the way up, almost to the area rarely seen by anything other than Marks and Spencers sensible women's briefs. The Raiser marched her around into the glare of the head lamps then turned her around and bent her over. In the back of the tight black rubber suit that clung to her so tightly was a rear entry hole which he playfully pointed to before chaining the girl to the bumper of his truck. Then, to the hiker's horror, he walked across to meet Jack. "Please," the hiker begged, clasping Jack round the knees and burying her face into his crotch. "Let me go, let me go!." When Jack didn't answer she drew back the door lock and jumped from the wagon. In her frantic dash for the trees she left a shoe embedded in the soft soil. There was no going back for it. Onwards she raced, over the trunk of a fallen spruce and into the safety of the shadows. Behind her the excited whoops of the two men grew louder as the chase began ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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