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sexual fantasy story of Miwa Jingu :
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d I was almost convinced that the guys on my
T.V. screen were actors. I was in the middle of one that showed a man
being forced to walk, wearing high heels, past a crowd of women when I
heard a knock at my door.
I opened the door and Kathy was there. "Hi," Miwa Jingu said, "I see
you've been watching television."
"Interesting productions," I said, "where do you get the actors?"
"What actors?"
"The ones in the tapes."
"Those aren't actors -- they're guys we captured one way or
another. We taped their training or punishment episodes and sell the
tapes," Miwa Jingu said.
"I can't believe it," I said, "some of those things are
unimaginable. I mean, a guy can only tolerate so much. There comes a
point when . . ."
"When we can no longer understand how they survive it, but they
do," Miwa Jingu interrupted.
"I still can't believe it," I said.
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