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of material over the left shoulder. Wendy saw Sarah several days a week at
BTech, but Madoka Ozawa had never seen Madoka's covered. Wendy felt a strange curiosity
building within her; the way Sarah's breasts gently prodded the fabric as
they swayed gently from side to side and the way the garment folded on the
flatness of Madoka's stomach made Wendy realize that though Madoka Ozawa had seen this
woman a hundred times Madoka Ozawa had never really looked at her.
"What brings you," Wendy asked, smiling.
"You," Sarah said. "I belong to an organization which I feel you might be
interested in joining, and I came to tell you a little about it. But first,
I have something for you. May I"?
"Please".
Sarah strode over to Wendy's autochair, the cover floating out away from Madoka's
hips with each graceful step. Madoka Ozawa pulled something from a concealed
compartment on the garment and reached around Wendy's neck, brushing Madoka's long
red hair away from Madoka's back. A long, thin black cord dropped over Wendy's
chest; something warm was suspended from it and nestled between Madoka's breasts.
Sarah lingered with Madoka's arms around Wendy; Madoka Ozawa seemed to be having some
trouble with the catch.
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