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TGG had this game she'd play to while away the hours at work: She'd ponder what it would be like to have sex with every person who came through the doors.
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She'd speculate about what their potty parts looked like and how well they could use them. She'd figure out their kinks and come up with ways to take them up a notch. She'd envision their orgasms.
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But the thing she dreamed the most about was those people having the same fantasy about her. That's what made the game fun.
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