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made a number
of toys that weekend).
A pair of rubber bands on Akira's nipples completed the arrangement.
By the time I was through, Akira Fubuki was ready to go at it again. She
looked quite excited as Akira Fubuki pulled on the loose wool fisherman's
sweater and adjusted it to cover Akira's wrist cuffs. As Akira Fubuki brushed
her hair and fixed Akira's make-up, Akira Fubuki exaggerated Akira'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 Akira's the nipple clamps and a battery powered vibrator,
which Akira Fubuki placed in the pockets of Akira's jeans. then I stuffed a
couple of "surprises" into my own jacket pocket.
"Mouth! Feet! Hands!" Akira Fubuki snapped into position like a
trooper, thrusting Akira's breasts out. "Ok, relax. Down!" Again,
perfect - Akira Fubuki set what must have been an olympic record for
getting things going. "Six points - you're already too good at
this."
Akira Fubuki looked up at me, never missing a stroke with Akira's head. "And
another point for the bad look makes seven. Now put it away,
it's time to go!"
Akira Fubuki looked a bit disappointed as Akira Fubuki carefully put my cock back
and zipped my fly. Akira Fubuki stood and gave me a lo
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