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Orgasm-Control---Mean-Girls-and-Their-Playthings by J-Cal “I trust you aren’t having any ideas about release,” she grinned wickedly as she put the last belt through the metal clasp and tightened it. “I was not joking yesterday when I said that any time you are brought down here, you will not, ever, be granted that.” The chair from yesterday had been exchanged for an X-shaped wooden frame upon which he lay, four thick leather straps on each limb that held him firmly down, barely allowing him the freedom to move his head and fingers…

Orgasm-Control---Mean-Girls-and-Their-Playthings by J-Cal 1 - Operation All of her best friends had joined her for her latest assignment; the dark of night, the overcast sky, and the black-within-black shadows, all of which assisted her as she walked on soundless feet across the compound. Hugging the walls of what her pre-mission briefing had labelled some sort of administrative structure, the deadly end of her handgun with a built-in suppressor leading the way, the black clad operative stalked towards her target, her controlled, practised b…