Putty In His Hands (Danasse Mirrso and Beatrice Black)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Beatrice Black on 10-05-2010, 03:48:28</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Putty In His Hands (Danasse Mirrso and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 03:48:28</strong>
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				The Lawrence house stood high on a hill overlooking the city, ancestral home of a family that had abandoned it decades ago, leaving it to caretakers. Its antiques never saw the light of day, but sat unnoticed behind heavy shutters like the house was a tomb. All the local thieves knew it was a prime target... but something put them off trying it...<br><br>However, tonight someone had made his way inside, through a window left half open, and entered the empty, dark house.<br><br>...<br><br>The vampire opened his eyes as he heard a board creak in the house above him. Someone was inside...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Putty In His Hands (Danasse Mirrso and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Danasse Mirrso</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 07:47:12</strong>
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				Justin walks through the, what he thinks is, abandoned house carefully. He'd heard the rumors, and came to&nbsp; take a look. The only reason he was being careful was he didn't want to trip and break anything, and with his luck he would.&nbsp; He looks around, pushing some of his black hair, dyed, out of his eyes. His bright blue eyes sparkle with fascination and he gently touches the heavy curtains. He didn't seem to want to take anything, just to look. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Putty In His Hands (Danasse Mirrso and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 23:36:15</strong>
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				The thick maroon velvet curtains reach to the carpeted floor, keeping out any light that might escape through the shutters covering the windows. Drawing them lets a shaft of moonlight into the room, reflecting off polished glass and dark wood as it shows glass-doored bookcases filled with old leather-bound volumes, a Victorian chaise-longue and a writing desk. The library, it seems, and well stocked it is.
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