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fantasy story of Miki Ando :
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g and about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have
let the son of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a little old
finger and some black panties", Linda thought.
The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in Miki's brain and
making Miki's break out in a cold sweat (and starting the juices flowing in Miki's
pussy, much to Miki's dismay). Miki Ando stood up against the wall and let Miki's mind
race back to that night.
Hilda, instead of hustling Miki's upstairs to chew Miki's ass out and slap Miki's
around, wheeled Miki's past the stairs leading to the party rooms upstairs and
hustled Miki's down the stairs and into a room Miki Ando had never seen before, across
from the foot of the stairs, and had only heard fearful rumors about from the
rest of the whores in the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't
care to, or so it seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night Miki Ando found
out...in spades!
Hilda stripped Miki's house coat off Miki's and ripped Miki's top and panties off alm
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