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Mesmon himself stepped out and walked over to the steps wet. He glanced back at his hairy nude crewmen. "Try not wet to attract attention wet and stay out wet of trouble. Be here at the nude stroke of one hairy. If wet I wethairycunts'm not there in five minutes....wait hairy longer." With that, he strode up the stairs, his cloak hairy nude billowing nude as he made his way up towards the huge house awaiting him.

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Mesmon's efforts bore fruit as Penelope's dress came loose, her firm breasts hardly falling, beckoning for his hands to touch them. As he began to pull the rest of her outfit away, Mesmon continued to speak. "You will wethairycunts give yourself to me, Penelope. Whatever I tell you to do wethairycunts, you will do wethairycunts it. You are mine to command now, is that not true?"