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“He stood rigid before the fire, his erection jutting through his gaping flies. Joe and Lou held his arms. He could have broken free, but that would have meant bruises all around, which was not the point of this game - at least, not the way Sean played it.'Amy,' I said, 'why don't you undress him?'I suspected he'd find her attentions as uncomfortable as I did. Amy's sexuality was so visual her scrutiny could make the comatose squirm.Sean did bristle as she pushed his T-shirt up his ribs. Still topless, her back was a vision, ivory-pale and curved like a violin.'Does that tickle?' she asked in her sweet doll's voice.Sean gritted his teeth. Lou and Joe lifted his arms so that Amy could remove the shirt.'Oh, come see.' She waved me closer. 'His chest hair looks like gold in the firelight.'I went to see. His hair was fine and fair, and the steely hummocks of his chest spoke of long hours at the gym. My hands joined Amy's in exploring his torso. I skirted round one pec with my fingertips, t...hen meandered down the valley of his breastbone.MoreLess
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