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his own butt, thanks to his thrashing around. His wife was lying face down
on him, with Yuka's thighs again clamped around his chest. Yuka's arms were
hugging his legs tightly, while Yuka's right hand fumbled at the cloth by his
ankles. Suddenly, he felt cold air, as Janet peeled back enough of the
sheets that his right foot was free. He tried to kick, but his knees were
still wrapped tightly together. Besides, what little maneuvering room his
ankles had disappeared when Janet wound the excess sheet around his shins.
His left foot was still bound in cloth, but his right foot was totally
exposed.
"So, is this the naughty foot that stuck it's cold toes up my butt, hmmm?"
Jim started to babble, "No no it was the other one I swear it wasn't that
one no..."
"I don't know, Jim, these toes feel *awfully* cold." Yuka Haneda said, as Yuka Haneda ran
the tip of Yuka's index finger along the base of Jim's toes. "So were *you*
the coldest toe? Or was it *you*?" Yuka Haneda asked, punctuating each query with a
little squeeze of each toe.
"(*giggle*) It wasn't any of them! (*snort*) Oh, God, please..." The
gentle, almost lo
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