A White Christmas of my taste
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| FAITHFUL SLAVE
I'm dreaming of a Faithful slave, Just like the ones I used to strip, On their knees crawling, Or on their backs sprawling, To feel the stinging of my whip, I'm dreaming of a faithful slave, With all the evil I can find, May her welts be purple and bright, And may all my insertables be tight
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