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e one circle he went from Sae's left side, up Sae's side,
past Sae's breast, just touching the side for a second or so as it
went by, continued up Sae's torso to Sae's neck, and up Sae's left arm.
He stopped at Sae's tied wrist and slowly made the trip back down,
passed across Sae's chest above Sae's breasts and went up Sae's right
arm. He continued back and forth several times, sometimes going
over Sae's neck and the bottom of Sae's face, other times passing
over Sae's breasts, never quite touching the nipples.
Again, it was relaxing and stimulating at the same. As
he continued Sae Mizuki realized he was again teasing her, continually
coming close to Sae's nipples, never reaching them. He changed the
pattern without warning and was again going over Sae's stomach,
having gone down Sae's right side. He repeated the old circular
pattern, continuing it for a couple of minutes at least.
Sae Mizuki became aware of how difficult it was to keep a time
sense without any reference. How long had Sae Mizuki been here? (How
many times had Sae Mizuki come?) How late in the evening was it? Was
it even dark yet? How long could Sae Mizuki keep the last two numbers
secret?
He broke off the pattern again, and went over the sides
of Sae's breasts. Going between them in a figure eight, then
circling one, then the other
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