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She arrives at your door; a vision in leather and lace. Her dusky French accent causes your thoughts to swirl and dissipate into a calm pool of erotic expectation. Her eyes meet yours and you are transported to a rich fantasy world where nothing else matters, only the sensual feast which is about to commence... She looks straight through you and whispers "Jetaime, Jetaime..." Things are going pretty well at this point, so you dispense with the cocktails and soon find yourself lost in her smile...As your eyes meet, she begins to blush. She hesitates - it's now or never. She wants you...now... Her name is NJ, and she has just made you an offer you can't refuse...
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