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FROM THE EDITRIX Hi there, Puppy Piddles... So here we meet again. I think it's been what, a few weeks, a few months since you've shown up on my doorstep? I'm just about ready for our little date. All's I have to do is sprinkle on a little perfume, fasten my garters, strap up my high heels and find my riding crop... There. Well. I see you have something in hand for me! I wonder what it is -- flowers? Nope. I'd only make you eat them. Chocolates? I'd pour them down the seat of your pants. Champagne? I'd dump the bottle over your head. Maybe it's a diamond engagement ring? Just you try it. If you tried to slip one of those 18K manacles around my French-manicured finger, I'd pierce your balls and make you wear it. For all your buddies at the gym to admire. No, jackass, I know very well what you have in hand for me... Two inches and throbbing. Yep. You haven't changed a bit. Kiss my perfect ass to get your sorry ass into my website. It's time for me to issue you your user ID and password, so'se I can get started tickling your little scrotum sac of a brain. Now.
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