“Whoever changed the strap design is responsible for what happened to Duf.” My pointed finger hovered near her perfect chin. “The pillocks should be in Valhall.” She glanced to her left and said, “I am surprised that you of all Wugs would advocate for him to be sent there.” I followed her gaze, and my eyes alighted on my brother standing on a raised platform and working away on a tilt-top desk, massive plans on scrolls laid in front of him. For the second time in a very few slivers, my jaw dropped. “John changed the design on the straps?” I managed to say, my confidence and, with it, my voice
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Bro john needs a spanking fuck this brat
