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I think of Laura's whorish jogging routine, her whole body and sexuality conspiring to make her pathetic and vulnerable and slutty. "At the Mayim Clinic we run programs to help women resolve these problems, and throw off any conditioning they may have received from society about what they should and shouldn't do with their sexuality. We help them become happy and useful. You want to be happy and useful, don't you, Ingrid?" I do. I nod. Doesn't every woman? "Any woman who wants to become happy can come to us here at the Mayim Clinic. I'm happy to say that as a result of recent trials, we are able to go public with our services, which are fully subsidized by generous anonymous donors. Now any woman can take our treatment and be the best version of herself." "That sounds wonderful," I say delightedly. It feels so good to rub oral my pussy. "It is," Amy tells me. "Not every woman knows she needs to be made happy, though. 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