I woke to the unfamiliar feeling of another person's arm draped over my shoulder, the feeling of soft warm skin pressing against my back. For a moment I thought it was Jeff, but just before I turned round to give him a proper good morning, I remembered. Jenny. The caning, the sex, the wine, the laughter, the tender kisses, then, later, the slow, so slow, coupling. I slid out of the
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