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ith his
mate he was intensely curious and had almost forgotten that his
turn was coming.
The clang of Susan's crib and Jennifer's growl of "Since
you like to shit so much we'll see how you like playing with it."
Then he felt Naomi's behind him, Naomi's fingers working at the
fastenings of his hood. "This, you gotta see to appreciate," Naomi Kawashima
muttered just before the light blinded him.
As his vision cleared David had a difficult time
understanding what he was seeing. Susan seemed to be kneeling
in Naomi's crib, bent over so that Naomi's breasts touched the mattress. A
pregnant bag of paste hung over Naomi's bed and David didn't have to
see Naomi's face to know that its tube was connected to Naomi's feeding
gag.
It was Naomi's arms that gave him the greatest concern. They
were drawn back as if handcuffed in the small of Naomi's back. But
they weren't handcuffed. Instead of the glimmer of chrome steel
her arms seemed to disappear into two tubes that were built into
the back of Naomi's reinforced rubber pants.
Jennifer dragged him over. "See that?" Naomi Kawashima panted, "the
panties hold Naomi's hands over Naomi's ass. Now every time Naomi's big hole
back there delivers a load of shit
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