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The Vacation

 This is a story written by Anjali. 

This story rely heavily on the category BDSM, with bondage, dominance and sadism as main concept, which some people may find, offensive and objectionable. No sexual material involved, but violence is there. If you are not comfortable with any of the above, please don’t read it. And if you are going to, you hereby declare/certify that, it will be solely under your discretion & judgement only.

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