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"Before we go any further, this is me."

She began sliding off her cotton panties with a deliberate slowness, her eyes making contact with his each step of the way. With bated breath, he looked down. Time slowed as the lip of her virgin whites inched lower, first past her navel, then past the smoothly shaved pubis, until an almost imperceptible change in motion interrupted her graceful movement. Was that a trick of the light? Or did the waistband catch on something?

And then he saw it.

"I named her Bone. And the doctor told me the skin tone is something called pale nimbus." She looked at him nervously. His expression was inscrutable. "Well? What do you think?"

A thin sheen of perspiration formed on Bateman's face. He has seen plenty of other male members before in the gym's locker room. But this, this is something else entirely. "Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it." He gulped. "Oh my God, she even has a birthmark."

"Is something wrong Master Bateman? You're sweating..."

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"Before we go any further, this is me."

She began sliding off her cotton panties with a deliberate slowness, her eyes making contact with his each step of the way. With bated breath, he looked down. Time slowed as the lip of her virgin whites inched lower, first past her navel, then past the smoothly shaved pubis, until an almost imperceptible change in motion interrupted her graceful movement. Was that a trick of the light? Or did the waistband catch on something?

And then he saw it.

A thin sheen of perspiration formed on Bateman's face. He has seen plenty of other male members before in the gym's locker room. But this, this is something else entirely. "Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it." He gulped. "Oh my God, she even has a birthmark."

"Is something wrong Master Bateman? You're sweating..."

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