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The test had been convincing. If he'd wanted, he was sure he could have made Nurse Jasmine strip and thrash in deauxma ecstasy as he'd done to Rhonda. Perhaps another time. When he was a little stronger, perhaps he could--persuade--both of them hardcore porn to do even more than that, with him or even each other.

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