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| sexual fantasy story of Maria Ozawa : |
| see you in it at the party." We just lay there a bit, then you said "I know. I'll give you a choice. You can wear the costume, or the lock. You choose. I'll take it off right now it you agree to wear the costume." "And right after the party if I don't?" TUG. "Whenever I feel like it if I you don't. And you'd better be good, and you'd better not ask to have it taken off again until I give you permission to beg, or I'm taking the key home with me, and sending it to you in the mail." You gave me a nasty grin. "How much do you trust the U.S. |