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She returned the pitcher to the fridge and sat down. As before, Sandra hesitated, evidencing the same suggestion of a smile, but her gaze was steady. Some of them spank, some get spanked, and some do both. Some people, especially new ones, do neither. I realized my jaw was nearly on my chest. I mean, people besides me?
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Now it was Nurse handjob stories turn to stare. As close as we were, as much as we knew about each other, she was as surprised as I was.
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Sandra brought me back to the present.
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Not a costume or anything suggesting spanking.
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I turned off the water and slid the door open, pulling a towel from the towel bar on the outside of the door. I took the shower cap off and shook it, replaced it on its hook, and stepped out onto the bath mat. I dried off, hung the towel back on its bar, and went into the bedroom. After the warm shower, another swallow of tea cooled and refreshed me. I put on the undergarments and Butch lesbian sex stories I had selected.