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Sometimes those who used her loved to see her below them, covered in their pleasure... rolling in it, writhing in it,
begging and pleading for more.. always more. Her needs devoured her.. her needs to be immersed in those she served,
for them, with them. She thought at times she could not sustain this craving for their pleasure.. that it would overwhelm
her... but her gaping ooooozing gash always ALWAYS found a way to be more used.. more filled. It was as if the universe knew
her place even more than she did. Her hunger was neverending, but there was incredible joy in her cravings. She
was SO very alive because of her aching to serve and to be used. She adored those who sent for her ... .. every
one of them... for allowing her to wallow in their pleasure.. and for allowing herself to be so opened and exposed by her
own pleasure as well. There was so much to learn.. and every one of her teachers was a part of who she was becoming.
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