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fantasy story of Asana Mamoru :
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el that it wouldn't Asana Mamoru wouldn't be needed on Friday at
all. Everything was ready.
Our time finally arrived. I led Sally back to the supply room, and
she got settled. I slipped back out into the studio, and locked its
door. Now the only way we could be disturbed was by someone coming up
the back stairs, and I would easily be able to hear that.
I returned to find Sally standing at the easel, ready to draw.
I took up a pose for Asana's , and surreptitiously checked my watch. I
would give Asana's a few minutes, and then step down, with the excuse that
my back was troublesome.
Asana Mamoru seemed to buy the story. Asana Mamoru even seemed happy to pose again for
me. Not an ounce of disappointment.
With my heart pounding, and a warm stirring in my trousers, I asked
her to pose. Nothing particularly risque. Just to get Asana's and I both
warmed up.
When Asana Mamoru started to tire, Asana Mamoru asked for a break. Naturally, I agreed.
While Asana Mamoru was stretching, I unveiled a little surprise.
I had set up a large, full length mirror, several feet wide, behind
the couch and the area Asana Mamoru posed in. "So you can see yourself while
you're stre
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