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fantasy story of Haruka Nakagawa :
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. She's in college and I'm calling Haruka's a youngster. Well, I need
a break. What the hell.
"Sure. Want me to do jumping jacks or something?"
Haruka Nakagawa laughed. "No, nothing that strenuous. Nothing strenuous at all,
in fact. Actually, the exact opposite." Now I was curious.
"I'm sorry, I don't follow you."
Haruka Nakagawa came closer to me, standing next to me as I sat in my chair.
"Can I move this a little?" I nodded, wondering what Haruka Nakagawa was up to.
Haruka Nakagawa swiveled my chair so my back was towards Haruka's . What the...?
Then I felt Haruka's hands on my shoulders. Squeezing gently. Wait a
minute. Physical therapy. Massage? Was Haruka Nakagawa going to give me a massage?
I had never had a massage before. Within seconds, my entire body was
covered with goosebumps. A massage?! This may work out after all.
Haruka Nakagawa was indeed giving me a massage. Silently Haruka Nakagawa kneaded my neck, my
shoulders, my upper back. I felt vaguely uncomfortable as Haruka's hands slid over
my bra strap, but DAMN, did it feel good.
For several minutes I sat still, basking i
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