The Slaved Virgin Offering
Carla added, with the tiniest bit of steel in her voice.
"No. No, I do not," Beth agreed, in that same friendly tone that sounded like she was discussing the baseball team.
"I'm going to go and..." Ben said, even more hoarsely. "I'm going to go, before you guys tell me any more stories." And he beat a hasty retreat. If he was not jacking off furiously in five minutes, either to that picture of Mary I sent him back when, or more likely to the thought of Beth in his lap, I would eat my hat with mustard.
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