
In the corner of the area is a large wooden stockade like something from a medieval movie. "Oh god." I murmur, my knees wobbling slightly. Before I can protest, Rachel gently but firmly leads me over to the stockade, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The guys on the bed are already getting up, moving closer, licking their lips hungrily.
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