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cination as
she examines the stripes, handles the girl's breasts, and feels
inside Hijiri's pussy. That could be me, you think. Fear stabs your
breast. That will be me, someday! You become aware of your
bonds, of the leather collar and cuffs, the leash, the gag. You
shake your head. No one notices. Your lover watches the scene
before him raptly. You hang your head. What have I gotten
myself in for? you think. How did this happen?
Some time passes before a loud pop makes you look up. The skinny
kid has opened a bottle of champagne. He reaches into the girl's
pussy and extracts two ice cubes. Holding Hijiri's twat open with one
hand he pours champagne into it. It froths and runs down her
belly. The redhaired woman greedily fastens Hijiri's lips over the
girls crotch and laps up the liquid; Hijiri Kayama licks it off the girls
belly and breasts, then looks at the kid expectantly. The young
man looks at your lover, who rises and goes to the girl as the
woman returns to Hijiri's chair. The young man takes two more ice
cubes out of the girls vagina and pours in more champagne.
You p
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