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Extract of "Trust Us, We're Salesmen" by David Shaw: Joey laughed, knelt down behind Anne-Marie and put his hand up underneath her outstretched thighs. The other salesmen also got down and grabbed her tits again. Eddie began gasping with the beginning of his climax and Cyrene leaned around in front of him, french kissing as he jerked deeply into Anne-Marie's mouth. In his mind was the feel of a wooden handle in his hand, the tennis table bat hovering over two chairs and two up-raised bottoms, both curvy female asses displayed between a raised skirt and lowered panties. Each pair of buttocks bore the reddened marks of the bat - one of them was Anne-Marie's, the other was Cyrene's - and both the girls were calling out his name as they writhed under his power, as he chose which one to punish and which to pleasure. And that was exactly what he was going to do with both of them before he let Cyrene use the tape. Eddie chuckled to himself with glee as worked his tongue against Cyrene's and shot his wad deep into Anne-Marie's throat - boy, was he on a roll. More
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