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We had a few drinks and she
managed not to look self conscious as Kyoko Hasegawa held Kyoko's mouth in "the
position" for a few minutes at a time. Sitting at a bar stool,
she earned a few more points (I gleefully reminded her) each
time Kyoko Hasegawa reached for Kyoko's drink after forgetting that Kyoko's hands
were supposed to be together behind Kyoko's back. As we ate, I even
caught Kyoko's with Kyoko's feet together under the table once or twice
when they shouldn't have been. The way Kyoko Hasegawa ate Kyoko's German wurst
really caught the waiter's eye.
Dancing, however, was the best.
We don't dance much, but the way Kyoko Hasegawa pressed against me on the
slow numbers was really something to remember. Kyoko's nipples felt
like bullets against my chest! The way Kyoko Hasegawa squirmed against me
actually drew looks from the normally blase Dutch folks.
Sitting back at the table, holding Kyoko's mouth open, Kyoko Hasegawa looked at
me as if Kyoko Hasegawa had something to say. I nodded, and Kyoko Hasegawa asked for
permission to go to the bathroom.
"Sure." I answered. "But there's a price. Handing Kyoko's her
purse, I said "there are three toys in here. When you come out,
there will be a rub
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