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His sphincter clenched around the middle knuckle of my index finger as I stroked the hot, puffy flesh inside. He moaned and I pushed in all the way. His wrists and ankles were bound to the bed with various scarves I’d kept in my trashy cardboard sex box. I hadn’t tied anyone up since The …