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Mr. Mervyn Bunter was not a man naturally given to relaxation, but when his lordship literally gave him over to an acquaintance and commanded him to enjoy himself, he did so with alacrity. Lolling in the lake, he luxuriated in the sensation of strong tentacles massaging him from scalp to toe. As he savoured the slip and slide of wet, muscular flesh against his nether regions, his thoughts occasionally strayed to the pair of well-dressed men -- well, partially well-dressed, he amended -- witnessing his pleasure even as they attended to each other within the shadow of a nearby tree.

lmeden
Posted Sat 05 Jun 2010 09:11PM EDT
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