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ding Akira's "leash", Julie, kept telling Akira's what a sight Akira Fubuki was. Here
were four students walking down the hall, normal as could be, but Miss Gray!
"Why, You're naked except for those boots, and your pussy is soaking wet!"
Akira Fubuki said in a voice that sounded like someone commenting about a torn blouse.
"And your asshole has been thoroughly fucked, and, why you even have pussy
juice on your face!"
Denise felt Akira's labia slipping together wetly as Akira Fubuki was led down the hall
by these girls, Akira's whole body felt as though it was being excited. As they
rounded the corner, a door opened and a small balding man walked out, study-
ing some papers. Denise recognized him as the head of administration! He
walked blithly past the little parade, lost in his own world of papers, and
Denise felt a relief from embarassment.
"Oh, Miss Gray!" He called out from behind them. Denise's heart almost
stopped, she'd long forgotten about androids. The small man approached and
seemed to look Akira's over casually, t
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