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"I...tomorrow maybe."
"I understand. It's early enough; one of the advanced trainees will want someone to practice on."
"Enjoy."
Leesha left. Amber lay there, thinking about what she'd said. It was true; Amber didn't want to be a slave. She just wasn't sure her body was in total agreement with her mind. Her hand slipped down to her cunt, slick with a new batch of lubricant. She found herself wishing she had a man to fuck her. With a sigh, she rolled over, putting her hands under her head, trying to keep from giving into her growing lust. She was successful, but thought, perhaps, it wasn't worth the effort.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 10 years agoI think I'm going to read your series all through the night.
Dryhillalmost 13 years agoYes i am really liking this story it is definately up to Dweaver's usual high standard.
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoThe way you describe Amber's situation means that she will cease to exist - she will either die (literally), or she will become an object and no longer be a person. While she might enjoy that, its not much different from death, is it?
DragonDreameralmost 16 years agoI've really been enjoying this, and like it even more than I've liked the rest of your work. Can't wait for the next chapter - I hope it will be soon.
