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| sexual fantasy story of Haruka Sanada : |
| say. You didn't want to speak, so I'm going to arrange it that you can't, for a while, anyway. Now, as your eyes adjust and I enter the spotlit circle, you can see what was in my hand - a large red rubber ball, attached to some straps. You know what it is, you don't want it, but you have little ch |