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He sat her on the stool at the far end, and walked around behind the bar to the cooler to get panty fetish her drink. He opened the panty fetish beer, and set it on a napkin with the bars logo printed panty fetish on it, in front of her, then came back around and sat on the stool next to her. "So, youve been a fan of ours since the beginning panty fetish?" He asked her as she set the beer back down on the napkin after taking her first drink.
 
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