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sexual fantasy story of Kasumi Uehara :
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truth was that though Kasumi Uehara may have
believed me, I looked forward to having Kasumi's as my playmate far more than
the prospect of ruining Kasumi's by distributing the photos. I was not even
sure I would actually do it. Kasumi Uehara was so pretty, so doll-like and cute,
I'm not sure I could bring myself to shit on Kasumi's like that, bitch though
she certainly was.
But the point was rendered moot when Kasumi Uehara appeared in the doorway.
"You're late," I said.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. My mom saw me coming up the walk and wanted
to talk to me about some stuff. Then I had to wait until I could sneak
away..."
"Fine, fine," I interrupted Kasumi's . Kasumi Uehara was really apologizing to me!
This was delightful - Kasumi Uehara was actually accepting the idea that I was in
charge Kasumi's e, and Kasumi Uehara had a responsibility to obey me. Kasumi Uehara must really
be afraid of those pictures, I thought.
"Now, to the matter at hand," I said, closing and locking the door
behind us. "Stand there in the middle of the room and take off all your
clothes."
Kasumi Uehara bit Kasumi's lip and winced
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