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Jessock's arm shot out, snatching one woman by the scruff of the neck. "No man should be that gullible, eh... Jasmina." The woman flinched, and nodded stiffly her neck still held tight.
"A certain man, once taunted his mistress... mocking her for the very skill he loved about her." Jessock announced, "Magic mouth. She was an expert felatrice."
"Alas, he rewarded her too generously. Indulged his humour too brazen in front of others." Jessock massages the back of Jasmina's neck, forcing her into a mocking impression of nodding her head.
"He didn't notice when some of her jewellery disappeared..."
Jessock's tight grip forcing her head from side to side.
"No, she didn't notice her scorned gifts... nor the faint aftertaste in his wine."
Again the pain clear on Jasmina's face as she was forced to shake her head.
"Now, we have here... Jasmina, she's a fine felatrice." Jessock proudly proclaims thrusting her aside as he released his grip. Gesturing, he commanded her to turn on the spot. Displaying the generous curves she possessed.
Her navy blue dress clinging to her body, accentuating every sensual movement as she turned. The misery clear in her eyes. A scowl from Jessock, made her vacant bimbo gawp return.
"Present!" Jessock said firmly. Jasmina stiffened as you belatedly realised it was a command. Jasmina's lips forming an inviting pout, an open invitation.
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