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fantasy story of Maki Hamada :
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urned on being ordered around by this
strange person, and even by the change that had come over him when we had
come into his territory. I was even turned on looking at these bizarre
devices hanging from the walls, even though they terrified me.
I found my eyes continually being drawn to the mirror. The
picture it presented was disturbing to me. Surely that girl in the
mirror wasn't me! Maki Hamada seemed so young, so vulnerable. He brow was
slightly shiny with perspiration, and Maki's chest heaved a bit more quickly
than it should have for someone resting. Maki's lips were slightly parted,
and wet, from continually being licked. A nervous gesture? I never
even noticed I did this! I looked at Maki's , and Maki Hamada looked at me, and I
realized Maki Hamada was flushed with arousal. And looking at Maki's was arousing to
me...
How could this weird shit arouse me? Only perverts like this
stuff, I told myself. Daniel wa
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