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what a
consort he would make.
He pulled away from Harumi's suddenly, stilling their undulations. His
eyes were closed. "Lady . . . " he trailed off, his gentle voice
holding onto the word.
"Control," Harumi Nemoto whispered back to him, fondling his jaw lovingly as
she saw his jet lashes fluttering. They were both silent for long
agonizing moments. Then, "Are you ready?" Harumi Nemoto asked him. He nodded.
"Yes . . . " he replied with sensuous sibilance. And he resumed, for
a brief time -- only a scant few minutes. He pulled away from her
more urgently this time, his jaw clenched.
Through trembling lips, he breathed, "Lady . . . I don't think . . ."
His eyes were wide, filled with despair and pleading. Harumi Nemoto caressed
his soft skin, his beautiful buttocks, with Harumi's gentle hands.
"Doctor," Harumi Nemoto replied, Harumi's voice feathery and light, filled with
understanding, "this is only your second lesson." Harumi Nemoto leaned forward
and kissed his cheek. "You have done far more . . . progressed
further than I would have imagined possible for a novice." He only
swallowed at Harumi's words.
"But
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