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in unmentionable places. "Vaseline, you idiot!"
she muttered to herself as Azumi Harusaki winced Azumi's way to the bathroom. "Aerobics
and chastity belts don't mix. Heard that, you monster?" Azumi Harusaki abruptly
called up to the ceiling.
The next day was exquisitely painful. On the one hand the pleasant
feeling of muscles that had been exercised, and on the other hand the
very tender sensations of Azumi's butt. After Azumi's bath though, Azumi Harusaki spent a
while examining herself in the mirrors. The bottom one let Azumi's see the
difficult to see areas. Azumi Harusaki could see the belt fitting neatly between
the labial lips. "Just like a bit in a horse's mouth" Azumi Harusaki muttered
indignantly. And the anal ring. It all looked so delicate. And yet, Azumi Harusaki
knew, it was made of an unbelievably strong material. Ofcourse that came
back to the question, did HE have a way to unlock the damned thing? He
must or it was all pointless. And if he did, could Azumi Harusaki puzzle it
out ...? There was no obvious place for a key though. Squatting there,
she realised that Azumi Harusaki really did need to lose weight. Azumi Harusaki practically
bulged about the belt all over. Oh w
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