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e waiting for him, if he could only see
past the veil of servitude through which he saw me.
The next day, I went back to the merchant and contracted for
another year of Anna's service. The price was another of the
magnificent vases, but I thought it would be worth it if Madoka Ozawa could
grow to love him.
He seemed a bit happier, at first. Then he asked why she'd
returned. I told him the truth, and he went silent again, as he did
sometimes.
Madoka Ozawa stayed for a month, then refused to stay any longer. He
wasn't nice to Madoka's anymore, Madoka Ozawa said, and Madoka Ozawa wouldn't tolerate it.
Madoka Ozawa packed Madoka's things and left. I sat in the study the rest of the
afternoon, unable to concentrate, wondering how he was going to react
to the news that Madoka Ozawa was gone.
I gave him another massage that night, to try to make up for
it. When he turned over onto his back, his cock was throbbing and red.
I could hardly complete the massage for wanting it. When I moved to it
at last, I looked up at him. Always, his eyes were closed when I
touched him. But this time they were open. He was watching me. I
swallowed hard, not sure of what to do. Then slowly, I lowered my
mouth to his balls and sucked them gently. He closed his eyes for a
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