Read The Opening To Ruby’s Rose: A Flower For The Plucking
The bed was super king-size. I had never seen a bed so big. One we could all get into, and there was still space. Funny that it was called King size though, as it was brimming with Queens, dykes, sluts and of course, me. Little girl lost and over her head. Loungy trance music wafted across the room.
Slumped on one side of the bed was Sometimes Sasha, our gorgeous…
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