[Rise, as it turns out, winds up in an incredibly undignified position, her face pressed against a bench, her ass in the air, as she gasps for breath, her chest heaving.
It takes a few moments before she can answer.] T-thank you, [she pauses, before adding] ...master.
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Date: 2024-10-25 06:46 am (UTC)It takes a few moments before she can answer.] T-thank you, [she pauses, before adding] ...master.
...um, can you [a deep breath] give me a moment?