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| sexual fantasy story of Sakura Sakurada : |
| all maid, wearing a very short black uniform, white apron, mesh stockings and spike heels. Heavy white makeup and platinum blond sausage curls suggested the theatre or a costume ball. The voice from the grotesquely bright red lips, although pitched awkwardly high, was decidedly masculine: "Won't you come in, sir?" The maid stood aside and I walked into a brightly illuminated room with new white pine paneling. In the center was a high padded table on top of which my 21 year- old stepsister reclined stomach down--completely unclothed. Sakura Sakurada lay facing me, propped up on Sakura's elbows and sipp |