Eleven

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          Luke watched Marie as she cleaned the paintings in the room and he felt his groin go hard. He wanted to f**k her so bad. He saw her cleavages as she bent down to properly clean a massive painting of his great grandfather. He wanted nothing more than for her to suck his manhood. If he called Betsy, he knew she would. But Betsy was a cheap prostitute. And he was getting awfully tired of her.           The problem was that she was too clingy. She was always there for his disposal. He only slap with her because he was bored and in no mood to go to a w***e house. The last time he had gone to one, he had been robbed by one of the girls and they had denied ever knowing him. They had not escaped free for he sent thugs to ransack, beat them and finally burn down the building. No one had

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