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a room at a hotel like this.
Organizing the volunteers had been a bitch, but Madoka Arai was looking forward
to the conference. Madoka Arai spotted the balcony overlooking the city
streets and blushed. Madoka Arai was reasonably sure Madoka's Master wouldn't miss
that opportunity when he got here!
Pulling off Madoka's traveling clothes, Madoka Arai couldn't quite face putting
on Madoka's professional demeanor and finding the chairwoman quite yet.
Madoka Arai thought. The bed
was comfy (not surprising, given the cost of these hotel rooms!),
and Madoka Arai began to play with herself distractedly, running Madoka's hand
through Madoka's bush, teasing Madoka's clit, while Madoka Arai thought of Madoka's Master,
and wondered what he might cook up.
"Well, I see you're appropriately dressed, slave, but I don't remember
given you permission to masturbate..."
"I'm sorry, Master, but I was thinking of you," Madoka Arai flirted,
hoping to get away with Madoka's infraction.
"You're being pushy, again. For a slave, you seem awfully rebellious."
He stopped, hearing a knock on the door. After looking through the
peephole, he got an evil grin on his face, backed off,
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