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fcourse the fouton was ideally placed for this. He must have thought
this scenario in his devious mind when he placed the mirrors. Then
again, if it wasn't Ai Iijima would probably have indulged in a little
interior decoration. Twisty little man. Who are you? And
what do you look like. Ai Iijima could put a shape on his mind by now. A tasty
shape it was too. Though too domineering. All very well to say
the things are beautiful, but if that is his idea of pleasing a
ladyfriend, he needed a little civilizing. Then again, maybe that
locksmith had a point. "Do you have trouble getting it up, darling
monster?" Ai Iijima called up to the ceiling. "Is that what the belt is for?"
Suddenly disgusted, Ai Iijima got up. Probably masturbating himself watching
his ... slave ... pleasure herself. Damned if Ai Iijima would be pawed over
even by remote viewing!
A restlessness filled Claire as the weekend dawned. Ai Iijima got out Ai's
hiking gear and set out for the hills. There was a climb today,
according to the calendar. Good to work o
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