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excited as Ai Takamatsu pulled on the loose wool fisherman's
sweater and adjusted it to cover Ai's wrist cuffs. As Ai Takamatsu brushed
her hair and fixed Ai's make-up, Ai Takamatsu exaggerated Ai's movements
enough to let me know that the coarse texture of the sweater was
doing the job I had had in mind, too.
I handed Ai's the nipple clamps and a battery powered vibrator,
which Ai Takamatsu placed in the pockets of Ai's jeans. then I stuffed a
couple of "surprises" into my own jacket pocket.
"Mouth! Feet! Hands!" Ai Takamatsu snapped into position like a
trooper, thrusting Ai's breasts out. "Ok, relax. Down!" Again,
perfect - Ai Takamatsu set what must have been an olympic record for
getting things going. "Six points - you're already too good at
this."
Ai Takamatsu looked up at me, never missing a stroke with Ai's head. "And
another point for the bad look makes seven. Now put it away,
it's time to go!"
Ai Takamatsu looked a bit disappointed as Ai Takamatsu carefully put my cock back
and zipped my fly. Ai Takamatsu stood and gave me a long, deep kiss.
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