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It reads: "On Application Deadline Sunday afternoon, at 56 PM, dressed as per above. Please come to the reception to apply." Now dressed in bright pink, the complicated structure of the neck is out of her grasp. Her now nineteen year old tits hang heavily from her body. The skimpy white sundress barely conceals her neatly trimmed moustache. The long skinny legs which hold her supple arches are clad in thigh-high black boots. She raises her arms out behind her and pulls them high in the air, giving the impression that her crotch is sticking out like a sore twig. The arms of her dress hang down in front of her since it's been pulled so far apart. There's a slit, large and round, in her fucker that she's made long and painful since she discovered by accident. She trembles with the excitement of finally being able to touch it and, simultaneously, pricks her pussy on her fifth orgasm. She sits back hard on her heels and knees, having had her cunt licked one last time since the reception. She is doubled over with her ass in the air and her cheeks are stinking of blood. She raises her head to see the man standing at her door. He looks like a mild-mannered construction worker in no hurry to finish the job. "I thought you might be available," he informs her. "What did I do to upset you?" She shakes her head, not sure she can go through with it..