**soft husky voice tickles across her skin as Master Taylor says** stand still my little web witch. evil mischief dances in his eyes, **you would not like to be the cause of inaccurate measurements for your silks would you?**
the little wicked web witch moans softly, as Master Taylor traces her fine delicate features with one finger.
trembling she tries very hard to keep from moving, as Master Taylor deliberately drags his tape measure across her already sensitive flesh.





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