Now, this is a Kneeslapper:

“My favorite Man Whore.”  Martha Stewart caresses my cheek with the back of a curled finger.  “You know there’s no hope, right?” I strain against my zip-ties.  She’s linked them together with the ones on my ankles, forcing me to kneel with my wrists cuffed behind me.  “We’re done, Martha.  I’m not doing that shit […]

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