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"Yes." He smiled as he poured the wine. "I need a drink."
"I’m sorry," She said as he placed her glass on the table in front of them.
"Don’t be." He knelt in front of her. "It doesn’t matter now. One taste…One taste and I’ll be alright."
She moaned as he kissed her thigh. “Drink.”
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The look of agony on her face suggests that she’s been on tip-toe for some time.
The geometry of this is near perfect - the sand bags almost resting on the floor, yet not completely, provides incentive to stay on her toes. Of course she can ‘relax’, but that means additional pressure in her crotch.
I’d love to watch her indecision - stay on tip-toe and endure the quivering leg muscles or relax and endure the torment of the board splitting her crotch. After a few moments I’m positive it would be a jack-in-the-box show as she pops up and then back down, only to repeat until she runs out of energy. Which torment wins?
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