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... out of my chest as I slumped into the cracked leather sofa, sweat sliding down my spine like molten silver. The teleporter was finally coming together; the last of the heated metal rods bent and secured into place.
"Hmm?" Looking down, I spotted Augusta crawling toward me. She was in a worse condition than I, which was understandable—I mean, I used her as a living forge during work hours and as a sex slave during the break. But that didn’t stop her from having that needy look in her eye. ...
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