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&lt;h4 id="chapter-13"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She seemed pissed at me and I felt guilty. It was then I realized that she hadn&amp;rsquo;t been able to say or even hum the safe word. The gag was too effective.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suzi saw that I felt horrible at the way this had turned out as I carried her to the water trough and gently placed her into its cool reviving water. I washed her sweat and cow shit stained body and rinsed her hair with the cold tap. The poor girl was nearly blue when I pulled her out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>