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Keir
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Date Posted: 18:39:20 12/12/06 Tue
Keir could tell the difference between the right time and wrong time already. Right times: with Hayden, alone. Wrong times: anytime other than the previous two. It was already imprinted into his mind, and that wasn't a good thing. That meant to Hayden was imprinted there, too. Along with certain inappropriate conversations.
Keir continued his work, but his arm soon grew tired and, even if he wanted to continue, the muscles along his forearm just didn't have the stamina. His hand released the tender dangly bits that it had just been previously pumping quite vigorously. He fell back into the spread legs of his trainer and felt a bulge, quite similar to his own, only larger. Much larger. The boy panted for a moment, trying to ignore it. But, leaning back into it, the thing was poking into his back in an odd angle. Twisting so that his ribs now made contact with it, Keir panted with some forced breaths, "Does this make you feel good, sir?"
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