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sexual fantasy story of Risa Sakurai :
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exchange had taken less than
fifteen seconds.
Inside, he knelt by Risa's head, felt Risa's pulse, examined Risa's pupils.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself, "Now where's that slave, Flower, or
whatever Risa Sakurai calls Risa's ..." He peeled off the false mustache as he
headed for the stairs. After searching the house, he finally
discovered Jason and Flora by following faint noises coming from the
basement door. He stood staring in appreciation at the two for several
minutes, and then chuckling, returned upstairs. Flora and Jason missed
him completely, since Flora had Risa's back to the door, and Jason
couldn't have made out a face that far away, due to his distorted view
through the silicone rubber helmet. Even if they had seen him, they
would have been quite beyond caring in any case.
The new visitor check
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