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“Do you trust me?” His deep, soft voice whispered in my ear. He was behind me, his hands gently caressing my shoulders and upper arms. Something in his voice made me hesitate. Did I trust him? I was looking at our bed. At the things he had laid on it. There were padded restraints fastened to the corners, a dark scarf on the pillows, and odd shapes under another dark scarf.

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A few days ago, I got a call from Gabrielle, inviting me over. We are good friends and sometimes go places together but when she invites me to her apartment, it is always for the purpose of making love, and that is fine with me. Gabrielle is very pretty, beautiful, even, in her late thirties with a flat stomach and muscular thighs from kickboxing and working out six days a week. She has short brown hair, impish green eyes and, I think, a great figure even though her breasts are rather small.

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