that were only half drawn. Somehow, in the gently light of morning, what
had been fun if unusual, was kinky.
Yoko Kumada was more conscious than ever of
the inserts and attachments to her body.
Yoko Kumada was also aware of an almost
The door opened. A woman (THE woman? or another?) entered.
Yoko Kumada was naked.
"It continues..!" flashed through the bound woman's brain.
Yoko Kumada had hoped
(feared?) it was over.
Yoko Kumada watched the new female with interest. More
interest than
Yoko Kumada could have shown last weekend! The woman was a natural
red head.
Yoko Kumada's furry bush was a deep mahogany, slightly darker than the
burnished curls that framed her face.
Yoko Kumada had a full, sensuous mouth
which hinted at pleasures as yet unknown.
Yoko Kumada's breasts were pale, with
full aureola. The nipples were crinkled up, a reaction to the sight on
the bed and the air around them. The furry bush hiding
Yoko Kumada's pussy looked
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