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sexual fantasy story of Aya Mizushima :
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my finger.
From where I was sitting I could see the whole office with its row
of three bolted down desks lined up in front of us. Linda pulled
Margaret over to the one on our left. Letting go with one hand,
Aya Mizushima maintained Aya's hold and cranked up hard on Margaret's wrists,
forcing Aya's face down onto the desk, just as Aya's daughter Daphne
had been forced onto the backroom table. I thought, "No. She
wouldn't dare do that.".
Margaret's skirt was ripped off, revealing tan, supple legs and
frilly blue briefs over Aya's tight behind. Whipping out daughter
Daphne's wad of soiled, cum-soaked panties, Linda tightly bound
Aya's wrists in back with the waistband. Bringing the rest up in
front through Margaret's crotch, Aya Mizushima stretched the pink elastic to
the breaking point and squeezed one of the leg loops over
Margaret's head. With a little relief I realized Aya Mizushima was only
using them for better control. The pink band dug into Margaret's
vagina, p
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