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sexual fantasy story of Ai Takeuchi :
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s darted from man to man,
straining to catch one of them examining Ai's body, but none were. With Ai's
socks gone, only the gauzy material of Ai's lace separated Rachel from total
nudity. With a determined tug of Ai's thumbs, Ai Takeuchi brought the panties down
to Ai's ankles, and then stepped out of them.
Well? Now what do I do? Rachel's mind raced. Ai Takeuchi stood strait, feet
almost together and arms at Ai's sides, watching the men in their blue and
grey suits, watching them argue and discuss, ponder reports, make little
jokes which Ai Takeuchi did not understand, watching them doing everything but
looking at Ai's . It is hard enough, Ai Takeuchi thought, to stand nonchalantly
in a room where everyone else is seated. How does one do this when naked
as well?
Time passed, things did not change. Rachel's feet started to ache, despite the
plush nap of the carpet. The meeting seemed to have no end. Bored, annoyed,
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