Tunny grins, his bare back pressed against the wooden wall. He doesn't struggle - he likes being exactly where he is. He tips Priestly a lazy salute.
"Sir, yes, Sir."
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Tunny grins, his bare back pressed against the wooden wall. He doesn't struggle - he likes being exactly where he is. He tips Priestly a lazy salute.
"Sir, yes, Sir."