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As a Victorian working girl, I encounter a lot of interesting people. I recently had the pleasure of befriending a groom who works in one of the big houses in town. I've always been curious about s, you see. I've long thought it might be rather erotic, to be straddling a fine leather saddle as a broad, strong beast moves powerfully between my thighs. And that’s not the only thing that’s fantastical about s, is it? After all, I've always been curious about how a riding crop might feel turned on my own skin...