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His large hand encircled her slender waist and began to knead it, not gently nor roughly, carrying a hint of erotic suggestion. One hand trailed along her flat stomach, slowly reaching for her chest.... her state of flamboyant display to that of a disheveled, fallen bird!The women began eagerly seeking out all sorts of opportunities and pretexts to chat.“General Rong, how do you think these earrings...