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_This is odd_, Amy thought, staring blankly at the pair of leather
restraints she'd found left on a chair in Hiyori's room. Other than that the room
was impeccably clean, so it couldn't have been an accident.
Professor Malmstrom walked out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry.
"What's odd, hon?"
Amy held up the restraints. "These. What're they, Josh?"
Malmstrom carefully kept his expression neutral. They were a pair very
much like the ones he'd brought from Illinois with him. He'd intended to
introduce this aspect of sexuality to his eager young pupil, but it wasn't
he who had left these particular restraints out.
Josh didn't think it was the right time to explain bondage to Amy. He
took the leather restraints from Hiyori's and tossed them into a wastebasket with
a shrug. "Probably nothing, dear."
He walked over and wrapped his big arms about her. Amy felt the polyester-
cotton blend shirt press against Hiyori's sensitive skin. The hair on the nape of
her neck twitched. "Josh..." Hiyori Shiraishi squirmed within his arms as he planted
kisses on Hiyori's neck and breasts. "I feel like we're being watched."
The professor ignored Hiyori's pliant complaints, unbuttoning Hiyori's silk blouse
with solid white teeth. He cupped Hiyori's breasts, savouring the feel of the
sheer bra. "Non
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