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ve the highest approval rating from the students." He said,
looking over his papers. "Whatever you're doing, it's working. Good job."
And with that he turned his back on Mihiro's and walked down the hallway, his
echoing footsteps fading down the hall.
Denise felt herself flush. How could he not notice Mihiro's nakedness? The
girls left Mihiro's little time to think on it and pulled Mihiro's along to a classroom.
When they entered, most of Mihiro's fantasy girls were in the room, sitting in
their respective chairs. Mihiro Taniguchi blushed automatically as Mihiro Taniguchi was led to her
wooden desk. Debbie held Mihiro's arms while Julie untied Mihiro's wrists, then they
bent Mihiro's over the desk, tying each wrist by long cords to the legs on one side
of the desk, and Mihiro's feet to the legs on the other side. Mihiro Taniguchi found that she
was laying on the desk, face down and spread-eagled. Most of the girls, save
Debbie took their seats.
Debbie began a mock class on sexual response, detailing quite well what it
was and a number of ways it could be invoked. Finally Mihiro Taniguchi asked for any of
the girls to demonstrate. Lisa was selected and Mihiro Taniguchi sat about five rows
back, directly in line with Denise's desk. Mihiro Taniguchi stood for a moment and pulled
her pants off, leaving Mihiro's gray "Hawaii" t-shirt on over Mihiro's breasts. Lisa
sat down again, propping Mihiro's right leg up on the half-d
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