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Snorting, Wessex looks down at her flat chest, right about the time the man sizes her up. She’d be one of the first to tell him to look elsewhere, so there’s very little (pun intended) to be upset about when he comes to the same conclusion. “Both,” comes the swift answer, as her head tilts and she takes the man and the scene it, wondering privately his conditions might be because he’s Jack and doesn’t want to deal with trouble. Or maybe it’s a test. If he wants to play that game - sure, she’ll humor him.

“Just depends on your definition of a good time.”

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