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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