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ts."
Jennifer giggled again and hung up. Sam watched Masami's return to the
bathroom and then stood up and walked around Masami's desk, studying
her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Masami's
tailored black silk suit gave Masami's an air of power and authority. It's
tight skirt ended just above Masami's knees, showing plenty of leg. Masami Nagasawa
turned and checked the seams on Masami's black silk stockings. They
ran true from their reinforced heels. Masami's four-inch black patent
spike pumps made Masami's feel even more powerful. Masami Nagasawa felt the first
stirring of arousal. Masami Nagasawa wanted to see both of Masami's slaves admire
her, want Masami's and fear her. Masami Nagasawa wasn't going to disappoint them.
Like Masami's mistress, Jennifer wanted David to rebel. Passive
slaves weren't any fun unless they had been broken. And Masami Nagasawa knew
from experience that passivity in an unbroken subject was at best
temporary. It was better to bait the individual in a controlled
setting than to have them catch you off guard.
Masami Nagasawa dried David with the rough towels kept for the purpose
and evaluated his condition. He wasn't stiff and tired any more.
His eyes were alert and his attempts to gain some comfort agai
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