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I was for the first time petrified with fear, as he stared at me with those black eyes and hissed so low I barely heard "Get this cleaned up" I stood there and stared at him unable to move "Is that a no?" He questioned we were practically having a staring contest "I want this up before I come back" And he left I am sam I am nineteen years old I live in a slave house and I have had previous owners but I never knew their names well of course I don't they never tell me their name and to be honest I really don't care sense I always get sold back; anyways im Sam and this is my story.
Trapped (BDSM (Menxmen)
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