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out
something. He almost certainly had a remote button beside him as he
slavered over his pet
possession. Let him decide when to click.
Ai Iijima arched sensually and erotically showing off Ai's body. Ai Iijima pouted and
tried to mock struggle out of Ai's bonds. Made love to Ai's stuffed
gorilla And had a positively glorious time
being shamelessly exhibitionist. And when Ai Iijima looked, six frames had
been shot. Interesting. Curious, Ai Iijima waited for the things to develop
and tried to see what they showed. Without the machine, ofcourse, you
couldn't project the images, but Ai Iijima could see the images in the special
lighting ... ohhh! that was that better not be made public! Well,
she hoped that the ogre was happy.
Come morning, Claire hopped chirpily out of bed and went running to the
kitchen. The photographs were gone! He had taken them. And ... on the
table, fresh, so fresh you could see the dew drops on it, was a crimson
rosebud. Ai's breath caught as Ai Iijima stopped short at this. Approached the
flowerbud warily, so warily. Gently picked it up, sniffed. It had a
smell even. This was a flower grown in a garden, not bought at a
flor
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