TRUST ME
Sandra whispered softly, pointing to a door halfway down the hallway they had just left.
“Emmagasinage,” Sabrina answered. “It means storage.”
“Let’s go,” Sandra said, leading the way to the room and quietly opened the door. Inside were ceiling to floor shelves of cleaning supplies, toilet paper, bedding, candles and other miscellaneous items. Several boxes containing vibrators, dildos, whips, handcuffs and assorted sex toys lined the shelves near the back of the room.
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