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My servant enters my room and finds me wearing a t-shirt over a swimsuit, covering my biceps and armpits. The anticipation makes him anxious. I tell him that as a reward for being a good slave, he will admire my body alone this time. I sit on my sofa in a d manner, my arms relaxed and confidently resting on the sofa, with a powerful and commanding gaze. I tell him to undress completely. He fears he won't be able to serve me in that state, so I order him to expose his because I want to examine it. After observing his e say, "Good boy," remove my t-shirt, and reveal my muscular arms and hairy armpits. I know this is your ultimate fantasy; I know you're aware you've hit the jackpot because you'd never find the perfect combination of muscular arms, hairy armpits, sensuality, and confidence in one woman. I rest my arms back on the sofa and tell him to hard. I flex my arms occasionally to show off my biceps, weakening him, and brin