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“Hey, Mistah M,” Harley said.
“Harley,” I said by way of greeting. “I see you’re prepared for me. What’s with the bat, though?”
“Oh, soon as I escaped I knew you’d be comin’ for me. When I felt ya in my head again, I knew it was time for some fun, and I started stripping. But then I remembered I’ve been pretending not to be your slave no more, so I grabbed the bat like I was gonna whack ya.”
Pretending? Interesting. “Good girl,” I told Harley. I squeezed her tits for old times sake, gave her wet pussy a rub, then said, “Now come with me. Your sister-slave is nearby…”