Methinks... thou knowest not the Perils of The Dungeon. Chief Inquisitor Kisten extracts truth. And tooth. And other things. And that's before Sandra Who Must Not Be named plies (or pliers) her trade....
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She didn't tell me about the other ladies and I'm running for my life once again.
I'm not quite sure I fully understand, but she said it was some sort of experiment involving large, cylindrical pieces of silicone, velvet handcuffs, and motor oil. I'm hesitant to peek inside....
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I told her we were all getting in the closet with her......naked.