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All of this he must endure while unable to cum. Unable to ejaculate. He is MINE.
I send him packages. Without warning, I sent him a pair of my wet panties, and gave him orders on what to do with them, how to worship him. Again, he could not cum.
I sent him pictures of my cleavage in the nightie I was wearing. He printed them out and kept them by his bedside, and had to look at them on commend. Again, he could not cum.
I picked out a new pair of panties for him to wear to bed and sent it to him. I think whenever he opens his mailbox, he tenses when he sees a package from me. Again, knowing, he will not cum.
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