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twenty five now. And if you forget again, I'll add a
hundred or so! Understand?"
Natsuko Sawada seemed a little breathless as Natsuko Sawada said "yes, dear!"
Not a lot happened in the club. We had a few drinks and she
managed not to look self conscious as Natsuko Sawada held Natsuko's mouth in "the
position" for a few minutes at a time. Sitting at a bar stool,
she earned a few more points (I gleefully reminded her) each
time Natsuko Sawada reached for Natsuko's drink after forgetting that Natsuko's hands
were supposed to be together behind Natsuko's back. As we ate, I even
caught Natsuko's with Natsuko's feet together under the table once or twice
when they shouldn't have been. The way Natsuko Sawada ate Natsuko's German wurst
really caught the waiter's eye.
Dancing, however, was the best.
We don't dance much, but the way Natsuko Sawada pressed against me on the
slow numbers was really something to remember. Natsuko's nipples felt
like bullets against my chest! The way Natsuko Sawada squirmed against me
actually drew looks from the normally blase Dutch folks.
Sitting back at the table, holding Natsuko's mouth open, Natsuko Sawada looked at
me as if Natsuko Sawada had something to say. I nodded, and s
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