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memoir of an indulgent ascetic
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in the storehouse of his memory was one who invited his attentions in places where he was still too young and naive to genuinely consider
she bathed and cleansed herself meticulously, insuring that her only recently deflowered plaything would have nothing to fear
he had, in a short space of time, become adept at the use of his tongue, but here she would give him a new challenge - the small, tight aperture neighbouring the flower of her sex
outside of her bedroom he was someone regarded with respect by some and fear by others, to his own family and community he projected the air of innocence
within the confines of her bedroom he was depraved and insatiable...and hers to command
she exulted in his compliance and he reveled secretly in his subservience
the incidence of their unions was not frequent, but she contributed more to his education than any university could ever aspire and as he complied with her wishes she cried out repeatedly in ecstasy
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