Bondage/boss01
                                      Dr. Phil
                                 Boss, The - Part 1
                    Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. She
                looked around at the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. She
                could sense that they all feared her, and with good reason. She was
                                            the boss... 
                   She had started this company over eight years ago and had built
                   it into a multi-million dollar import/export business. She had
                  hired every person in the room, paid them very well, and didn't
                have the slightest hesitation to fire any one of them, and she made
                                        sure they knew it. 
                   Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She stood
                 5'9" tall, but with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She was
                 45 years old and dressed in slacks, blouse, and a double-breasted
                  jacket. In addition she wore a scarf around her neck, expensive
                 jewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair
                  was black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head...
                                                   
                     Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she was
                 married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their marriage had
                  slowly gone sour and they eventually divorced. After dividing up
                 the community property and paying legal fees, she walked away with
                 about $35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd
                   better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a shelter or
                         selling her ass on the streets when that was gone.
                  Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on her
                  own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked the
                 entire $35,000 to start up her own import/export business. That's
                 what her husband's business had been and she had learned enough to
                                     know how to make it work.
                  She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40. She
                   beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth over three million
                  dollars and had a thriving business with a dozen employees. Her
                  husband was the most surprised at her accomplishments, and also
                  bitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his
                business went under. He was now working for someone else and living
                 in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.
                   Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young form. She
                 despised that cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept her
                           around because she enjoyed bossing her around.
                             "Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."
                   Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but immediately
                   got up and followed the older woman into her office. When she
                arrived Maryanne was already seated behind her large polished desk.
                                "Please shut the door and sit down." 
                    Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her boss's
                     eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began to speak:
                  "Michele, I thought that after our last little talk you'd show an
                 improvement here at work. I can see that our conversation has had
                                    very little effect on you."
                   "What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working hard every
                         day. I'm on time every day and I do my job well."
                  "That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it is to you.
                 I pay you damn good money and I want to see HUSTLE, not just doing
                                             your job."
                      "Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scared
                  shitless of you, but not me. I make that office run efficiently.
                     You know that. Without me you'd be working a 16 hour day."
                     Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's impertinence.
                 "Don't you dare spout off like that to me! I can replace you in a
                      day, and at half the salary. I should fire you for your
                             insubordination. Another word and I will!"
                     Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman's
                stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed.
                                      Maryanne had won again.
                   "That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special little job
                for you, Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove yourself
                    to me because, I swear, the next time you get me mad you're
                                             history!"
                   Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in her
                                                lap.
                     "I want you to go through every single file in this office,
                  revamp the filing system so that every order can be called up by
                  name OR by date OR by commodity. I'm talking about every file in
                       this office and that, my dear, goes back eight years."
                  Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the task set in.
                        "And..." Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday
                                            morning..."
                           Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon!
                             "... or you're fired. Do you understand me?"
                    "You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and I told
                you over a week ago that I had important plans for Saturday night."
                   "That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your plans. You've
                 been an impertinent little snot and this job is punishment. That's
                right, I said PUNISHMENT! If you're going to act like a little snot
                 then that's how you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's
                 up to you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care,  but if
                    the work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're fired!"
                    Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW she had
                  plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. She had sent away
                 for the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! She thought seriously about
                telling Maryanne what she could do with her job but instead she got
                 up and walked out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she
                  was but she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it.
                  At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with her leather
                                             briefcase.
                  "Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a big weekend
                               planned. See you all Monday morning!"
                      Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back and
                    muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had closed.
                   Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff began filing out,
                                       leaving Michele alone.
                       She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work...
                     Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had just
                 gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew she'd be lucky
                  to finish by Monday even if she slept at the office both nights.
                  After her break she got back to work. She was trying to assemble
                    all of the files into one location and was now in Maryanne's
                  office, going through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to
                 open the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around. The
                                       usual shit was there. 
                    In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer completely
                out, spilling the contents all over the floor. After she had calmed
                 down she knelt down and started to try to get the drawer back into
                         the desk. It was then that she felt the keybox...
                   It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer slid in
                 and out. It could not be seen or felt unless someone knew where to
                look. She popped open the latch and a small key fell into her hand.
                     Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up and
                          decided she had some more looking around to do.
                      It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She was
                prepared to spend the night searching the office if she had to, but
                 she lucked out and found a hidden nook behind the large picture on
                  the wall near the bookcase. She held her breath and inserted the
                 key. It fit! She turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It
                                          was that simple.
                       Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock
                             certificates. What she found was books...
                      For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This was
                 incredible! It was all documented right there before her. Maryanne
                 had grown her import/export business so quickly because she had on
                  occasion used her contacts to smuggle cocaine into the country!
                    It was all there.... names, dates, amounts. It was incredible.
                   She hadn't done business with them in over two years, but the
                information was all there down to the last detail. There was enough
                 evidence there to put several highly placed Colombian-Americans in
                         Federal prison for life! And her along with them!
                     Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began to
                spread across her face. She finished putting the center drawer back
                in the desk then sat down in the large chair and began to formulate
                   her plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but she
                 wouldn't be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60
                                 hours to get her plan together...
                    On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At
                 8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in her slacks and jacket
                                     and carrying her brieface.
                   She glanced around the room and when she didn't see Michele she
                 sighed and stormed into her office. She was shocked to see Michele
                 sitting in her large chair with her feet up and crossed on her oak
                 desk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a
                                    small cart against the wall.
                       "What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!"
                    Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and deliberately
                    recrossed them with the lower one on top. She held a manila
                 envelope in her hand and carelessly tossed it towards her enraged
                             boss. It landed on the floor at her feet.
                   "Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting reading.
                                         I certainly did."
                   Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to pick up the
                 envelope, leaning her briefcase against a chair as she got up. She
                  glanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore open
                 the envelope. As soon as she saw the documents her face paled and
                                            she gasped.
                    "Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not looking up.
                       "Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're
                photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. I also had
                                    several other copies made."
                    "This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the older
                                       woman said menacingly.
                     "Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. If
                   anything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than one
                  friend who has instructions to drop her folder into the mailbox.
                 It'll find its way to the DEA and you're toast. Literally toast." 
                   "I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your Colombian
                   friends. They'll be real interested to know that you kept such
                meticulous records of their transactions. The note I added explains
                 that you're using the info to turn state's evidence and save your
                  own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no.... not at all." 
                   She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch. There's
                 no place you can hide, and when they do they'll kill you slowly. I
                read about how they killed their last informer. She was a cunt just
                  like you. They took her away to a secluded house in the country.
                  The book said that they kept her there for over a month, killing
                  her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut off an arm, then a
                 leg. After four weeks she was just a torso with four stumps and a
                head. They tied a rope in her hair and hung her naked in the garden
                for a week. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped
                  off her clit and fried her ass. They had great fun watching her
                  bounce her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On and
                  off, all day long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car
                 battery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end of
                 a string. They covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawl
                 over her for two days while they laughed. The day after that they
                                        finally killed her."
                   Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open and her
                                     lips were completely dry.
                             "W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten.
                          "Everything" replied Michele, then began to laugh.
                   "The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my desire
                  to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you don't obey me in
                every respect, or when I just get tired of you, the envelopes go in
                                     the mail. Got that, twat?"
                   Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears in her
                                               eyes.
                      "I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and more
                                            menacingly.
                                                "Yes"
                            "No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?"
                                        "Y-yes, M-mistress..."
                  Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and looked up
                  and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her `bitch' clothes on -
                  high heels and power suit. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun.
                                    This was going to be fun...
                                 "Strip, twat. Take off everything."
                       "B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked.
                      "Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip! Now!"
                      Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then began
                 unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled it off and stood
                                    there in her bra and slacks.
                    "Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna whip your
                    ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry one more time."
                   Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble as she
                 undressed. She could see how much it was embarrassing her and she
                thrilled in watching her as she unzipped her slacks and pushed them
                 down. She had to step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks
                 off her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached behind
                 herself and released the catch on her bra. She let it drop to the
                  floor revealing a fairly nice set of tits. Not bad for a 45 year
                old cunt. A little saggy, but not much. The aureoles were large and
                           brown. There were a few freckles on her chest.
                     Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found the
                 younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked her thumbs into
                her pantyhose and began pulling them down. She bent over and pushed
                      them down to her feet, then pulled them completely off.
                   Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as she stood
                 there now in just her white panties. She gulped, then grabbed the
                  waistband and tugged them down. When she stepped out of them she
                  was left standing there completely naked with one hand over her
                       bush and the other vainly trying to cover her breasts.

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                   "Don't get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top of your
                  head. Wait a minute. Take those rings off, too. Give them to me.
                                 Now put your hands on your head."
                    Maryanne's body was actually in pretty good shape for her age.
                 Her two nights a week doing aerobics had certainly helped to keep
                her toned but she still looked like she could lose about 10 pounds.
                                    All in all, though, not bad.
                    Unlike her jet-black hair, her bush had a little gray mixed in
                with it. No problem, Michele planned to shave her pussy and keep it
                                             that way.
                    "Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees, like a
                                            real bitch."
                    Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn't look up at the
                      gloating young woman but she could hear her chuckling."
                     "Look at me, twat. From now on, that's your name. twat. No,
                    `smelly twat', that's better. You got it? What's your name?"
                                            "smelly twat"
                        Michele took a step forward and slapped her face hard.
                                         "What did you say?!"
                           "smelly twat.... err... smelly twat, Mistress."
                                           "That's better."
                    Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood straight
                   back chairs that was against the wall. She put it right in the
                              middle of the office and sat down on it.
                    "Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm going to
                                      give you a spanking..."
                    Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and laid down
                 across Muchele's lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side and
                             her legs stuck out straight on the other.
                     Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her white
                  asscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw Maryanne jump
                 and gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into the air and brought it
                                       down with a loud slap.
                      Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a red
                 handprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the aerobics, 45 years
                 has to add at least a tiny bit of cellulite and her ass jiggled a
                  little over the younger girl's lap. Laughing, Michele raised her
                   hand back up and continued raining down blow after blow on the
                                         doomed posterior.
                    The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the main
                 office. The rest of the workers glanced at each other and crowded
                 near the door. Bill tentatively opened the door just to make sure
                  that nothing was seriously wrong and his jaw hung open as he saw
                        his boss squirming naked across the lap of Michele.
                      The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some were
                         shocked, some were smiling. A couple even laughed.
                              "Come on in. I want you to meet someone."
                  Everyone began crowding into the office. Michele hadn't let up on
                the spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be slapping even harder
                     as she enjoyed the helpless squirmings of her bitch boss.
                     "I want you all to meet `smelly twat'. Say hello to the nice
                                       people, smelly twat."
                    Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a "hello" in between
                                               slaps.
                     I want you all to know that there's going to be some changes
                  around here. From now on, I'm running the show. Bill, you're my
                 assistant. Smelly twat is here for one reason and one reason only.
                                          To be punished.
                   There was a gasp from the crowd at this, and some more giggling.
                  The men looked on with watering mouths. Maryanne was completely
                  naked and draped over the lap of the fully dressed Michele. Her
                 jiggling ass was being spanked to a bright shade of red while the
                  clothes she had worn into the office just a short while ago were
                 piled up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts flopped over
                   the other side of Michele's legs and wobbled obscenely as she
                    wiggled to try to get her ass away from the punishing slaps.
                   On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding through
                 the room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She began begging for
                 Michele to stop. A few of the others in the office began clapping
                     in time with the spanks. Some whistled. They all jeered. 
                     After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne was
                   squirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to the floor.
                                 "Stop that sniveling, this instant!"
                      Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating. Tears
                streamed down her face. She held her poor ass in both her hands and
                               rubbed it, trying to ease the burning.
                     While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele took a
                    handful of papers and dropped them on the floor next to her.
                    "I've got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I've had papers
                drawn up giving sole ownership of the company to me. You relinquish
                       all rights and claims by signing these papers. Do it!"
                  Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had absolutely
                 no choice. She took the pen that was handed to her and signed the
                            papers turning the company over to Michele.
                      "Bob, you're a Notary. Notarize these signatures, please."
                            "My pleasure, Michele. Or should I say, boss?"
                    "`Michele' is just fine, but from now on I AM the boss..." She
                                looked down at Maryanne and smirked.
                   "Very good, smelly twat, but we're not through here yet. In your
                firebox I found the deed to your house, the title to your car, your
                 stock portfolio and your savings accounts. I want them ALL signed
                                      over to me, right now!"
                  Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left hand as her
                    right hand signed away everything that she owned to Michele.
                 Everything that she'd worked so hard for. She was left, literally,
                                           with nothing.
                    While she was signing the papers and Bob was notorizing them,
                 Michele took scissors and began cutting all of Maryanne's clothes
                      into small pieces, then tossed them into a wastebasket.
                     "Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house, your
                 savings and your car. You don't even own the clothes on your back.
                   You have nothing!" she gloated at the naked woman at her feet.
                   "Here, I've got something for you to wear..." Michele produced a
                         dog collar and fastened it around Maryanne's neck.
                   "That's the only piece of clothing you will ever wear, from now
                                   on. Say `Thank you Mistress'".
                                      "T-thank you, M-mistress"
                     "Good!" Now I want you to crawl around here in front of your
                 former employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the bitch you are.
                                           Go on, do it!"
                      There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne began
                 crawling around on the floor. She paused to put her head down and
                 wiggle her ass, then said `woof! woof!' as she shivered in shame.
                    While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy rolling out
                  the small cart that was against the wall. She had got a cart and
                  modified it over the weekend by attaching clamps and eyebolts to
                  the edges. The cart was metal and had four casters. The top was
                              flat and it stood about 30 inches high.
                    "Enough, bitch." She patted the top of the cart with her hand.
                             "Climb up here and lie down on your back."
                    Maryanne hesitantly stood up. She looked around at all of the
                  laughing eyes in the room, then she turned around and rested her
                 rump on the edge of the cart. She steadied herself with her hands
                 and leaned back till she lay prone on top of the cold metal cart.
                Her legs dangled over the edge and she fidgeted to get comfortable.
                   "Don't worry about that. Move back down a bit. Let your ass hang
                          over the edge too, It'll only be for a minute."
                  Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Maryanne's
                   wrists. She pulled them over her head and attached them to an
                eyebolt on the edge of the cart so that her arms were fastened down
                   above her head. She then took a leather cuff with a D-ring and
                    placed it around Maryanne's left ankle. She pulled her ankle
                 straight up into the air, then back towards the head of the cart.
                   She pushed down till her knee was touching the top of the cart
                  beside her head and fastened the cuff to the corner of the cart.
                  Likewise she took another cuff and fastened her right ankle the
                    same way, attaching it to the other corner of the cart. The
                  aerobics had helped keep her flexible enough to bend her almost
                                              double.
                  By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne found herself
                  resting on the upper part of her back and shoulders. Her ass was
                 lifted straight up into the air. With her legs fastened wide apart
                on either side of her, her reddened ass was the topmost part of her
                body. Her asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek on
                 either side. Her cunt was just below it pointing slightly towards
                 Maryanne's head. Both were completely exposed for everyone to see
                                         in extreme detail.
                     "P-please! Don't d-do this to me!" Maryanne begged. "Have a
                                      little decency. Please!"
                   "Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of that slit
                 in your face are moans. Start moaning. Like you were in the throes
                  of deep orgasm!" Michele lauhed and a couple of the office girls
                giggled. She slapped Maryanne's upturned ass hard "I said let's go!
                                            Now, bitch!"
                   Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving around a
                 little in her confinement but it did nothing more than wiggle her
                 ass some more. While she was doing this Michele got some scissors
                  and began trimming back her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused and
                   gasped at what was happening Michele slapped her again on her
                     helpless ass, leaving a dark handprint on the already pink
                                             assflesh.
                             "Don't stop. They love it! Don't you guys?"
                       "Yeah! Sure! The bitch is getting what she deserves!..."
                     Maryanne didn't have a single supporter in the room. On the
                       contrary, they all seemed to revel in her debasement.
                   Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some cream. She
                 quickly scraped away every hair from around Maryanne's cunt, even
                taking the time to get at the little hairs in the gully of her ass.
                   When she was finished she invited each of the employees to feel
                 Maryanne's ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped at the chance! Even
                the women obliged and Michele noticed with satisfaction that it was
                 the women who were more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly or
                 give little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been worse
                to the women in her office and now they were getting their revenge!
                                                   
                    "Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there! That's
                  where you belong and, by God, that's where you're going to stay!
                Just like that, all day, every day. We'll let you down at lunchtime
                for a short while but then it's right back up on the cart again. On
                                   display for everybody to see!"
                           "Sandi, I've got a special assignment for you."
                  Sandi was the youngest girl in the office. She tore her eyes away
                         from the naked form before her to look at Michele.
                   "Smelly twat is going to be spending every night in this office.
                 Every morning from now on, after everyone's arrived, I want you to
                   make sure she's all cleaned up. You will unfasten her from the
                 table. You will clip this leash on her and make her crawl into the
                  bathroom. You will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom and
                   make sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that she
                  shaves her pussy and ass each morning. I don't want to find any
                              stubble when I spank her. You got that?"
                                         "Uh... I guess...."
                     "Don't guess. Do it! You wouldn't want to trade places with
                                      smelly twat, would you?"
                   Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the cart and
                  shuddered! How could Maryanne bear the incredible shame of being
                bound that way for all to see? On display to everybody! Spanked and
                 tied with her reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn't want to
                        wind up like that. She could never bear the shame...
                        "Ummm. Yes. I'll do it. I don't mind coming in early."
                                               "Good."
                   Michele had been lightly rubbing Maryanne's ass while she spoke.
                     Now she took her middle finger and slowly inserted it into
                                     Maryanne's gaping asshole.
                              "Unnnnghhh!" Maryanne moaned and twisted.
                    "That's what I like to hear! You're going to be kept tied like
                 this all day, every day, but you're not going to be bored! You're
                 going to be kept squirming like this all day long!" Michele slowly
                    pulled her finger out, then slapped her ass twice. She then
                  reinserted her finger and began jiggling it up and down, just a
                                              little.
                    "We're gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone's going to
                 have the responsibility for teasing you up. You'll be kept ever so
                  close to orgasm. When you get too close we'll stop and watch you
                 wiggle for a while. Then it's back up to the edge! To make things
                        even more interesting I bought you a little friend."
                    Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it around
                   Maryanne's clit a bit then inserted it in her gaping cunt. She
                   stuffed it in as far as it would go, then switched it on. The
                 buzzing made Maryanne start to buck in her bonds. She groaned and
                 couldn't help thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. It
                                went for a minute, then turned off.
                     "There's a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on for a
                 minute, then off for three, back on for a minute, off for three...
                   It'll cycle like that forever or until the batteries wear out.
                 Another one of Sandi's chores will be to put fresh batteries into
                                    the vibrator every morning.
                   Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all watched and
                    laughed as Maryanne began moaning and bucking again. Just as
                 before, it shut off after a minute. Maryanne was left sweating and
                     whimpering. It was amazing but they could actually see the
                 sphincter of her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulping
                for air! Poor Maryanne! Was it really only an hour ago that she had
                walked into the office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele?
                 At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the whole world
                     in her hand...  the vibrator turned back on again and the
                              moans were like music to Michele's ears!
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