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” The next thing I knew I had embraced her and put my mouth to hers and had begun to snog her. She had felt so good – so good. Pretty quickly she had placed her hands on my chest, undone a couple of my buttons and commenced to lightly caress my chest and nipples. I closed my eyes and immediately I became erect and imagined us naked and fucking on her expensive black leather settee— Out of the blue I suddenly experienced a sickening spike of pain in my groin region. I’d felt instantly nauseous as though the insides of my stomach were being sucked out and had doubled over before slowly sinking to the carpet. I didn’t think the pain, which was way beyond my threshold, would ever end. It suddenly occurred to me that she had kneed me in my balls. My eyes now wide open and watering I had looked up to see Gina standing there with her arms folded and a curious half smile playing across her lips. As the agony had begun to subside a little I heard her address me: “How dare you think that you.

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