Young Brunette Teen With Petite Chest Taken From Behind

She hands me the letter. Where are the messages from my master? I just had a rough day at work. The memory of my master’s touch still lingers on my skin, and I can almost smell the scent of his cologne. I sigh and begin to restock some of the empty items on the shelves, trying to focus on the task at hand. “I see,” she says. I chuckle to myself that this is something I would have never done prior to this week. I sit up in bed, feeling disoriented and confused. Eventually, though, I fall asleep. My eyes drift towards the window, and I walk over to it, pulling back the curtain to gaze out at the street below. I remember the way my heart raced when I first heard his voice, the way my body responded to his touch. “I see,” she says. I glance around the room, disoriented and confused. I lay there for a while, my mind wanders, I start to