When I see a girl like Summer St. Claire hoisting a riding crop in her leather bustier, I can't help but think, yes, I have been a very bad boy of late and I could use a little discipline. Nothing super serious, maybe just a gentle reminder that Summer is in full swing and I'm about to feel the brunt of her authority. I think other things too, but that's all I'm willing to share at the moment, I'm in a very delicate place right now.
Summer St. Claire is a treat for the eyes and various other senses I would employ to detect her presence where she physically present. But, for now, just the eyes, and various thoughts of Ms. St. Claire teaching me that pleasure and pain both start with the letter awesome. Enjoy.
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