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My boyfriend broke up with me several months ago. At first, I was heartbroken because I thought he was the one I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life. As time went on, I realized that I was better without him. He only called me when he needed something; he rarely checked on me when I was sick. And the worst part was that he was abysmal at sex. He fucked me like a jackhammer, which never brought me to orgasm. He never went down on me.

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The sexual tension between us had been growing for months. It was easy to disguise to all of the other restaurant staff but we felt it. In a restaurant, especially a busy one, it is easy to bump into others or touch them to avoid slamming into them and half the time you don't even realize you are doing it. We knew we were doing it.

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By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit. Almost a month had passed since our second "date." I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together.

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