I shifted around, seeing if I could free myself, but the soft, ribbon-like material held tight. The second was that I couldn’t move my hands or legs-they felt heavy. The smell of musk was the first thing I became aware of. Jennifer, for your encouragement, help, and love of daddies. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes.
Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination.
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