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| sexual fantasy story of Maria Ozawa : |
| it was only the mailman with a package, which he would drop at the front door. My Master left me sitting on the potty, and went to deal with it. After several minutes, I heard another man's voice, then some laughter, and a slamming door. I was sure it had been a delivery and waited for my Master to return so that I could get up, since I was sure I had finished shitting this time for good. My Master walked in. Behind him was a friend of his whom I had met only once before at a party. I was not aware that this friend knew anything about my slavery to my Master. I did know that the |