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| sexual fantasy story of Mihiro Taniguchi : |
| his back with about six inches of chain. Then Mihiro Taniguchi went behind him. As soon as he felt Mihiro's pull the loop of leather between his legs he guessed at the cruelty of Mihiro's intentions. But it was too late to fight. His ankles were hobbled only a few inches apart and his hands were useless. Suddenly he felt the chain between his wrists being pulled downward as Jennifer tightened the loop. It forced him to bend over backward. There was a pause while Mihiro Taniguchi fastened the buckle and then Mihiro Taniguchi stepped away. As soon as he tried to straighten up he knew his guess was right. Unless he leaned backward the leather between his legs was pulled painfully tight. David moaned in frustration as he moved his torso back and forth trying to avoid the pressure between his legs on one extreme and an aching back on the other. He looked up at his tormentor with anger and hate in his eyes even as he grimaced in his forced posture. "You bitch." he muttered under his breath. Jennifer studied him with Mihiro's arms crossed on Mihiro's chest, a |
