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Auctioned

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It's been so long since I've wanted something so intensely; she's devouring my every waking moment.  Allison, my little kitty.  Even when I close my eyes, she's there.  I'm practically obsessed.

      And now I have her.

      My heart pounds with anticipation as I walk slowly toward her, the plush carpet muting the sounds of my movements. 
In this moment, she's lost in her thoughts.
  Her expression is smooth, and her chest rises and falls with easy pressure.  She belongs to no one.  Not to me, not to her past.Todos los derechos reservados

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