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“He had left her open, like an exotic flower blooming in the rain, the edges of frilled petals gleaming wet in the light of the lamp.”
The moment Margaret stormed in the door her husband knew the evening was going to be tumultuous at worst, risqué at best. He was banking on the “best” case scenario. Blindfolded and comfortably secured to a living room chair, Margaret agrees to let a couple of salesmen witness their sex play.
What her husband thought would be fun bit of exhibitionism soon turns into something more, much to his surprise and Margaret’s delight.

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