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fantasy story of Nozomi Kawasaki :
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he eyes. It worked. I looked up and met
her gaze. Nozomi Kawasaki mouthed a phrase.
``Pardon?'' I said, leaning up.
``Untie me. Please.'' Nozomi Kawasaki whispered.
``Nope.'' I whispered back, grinning.
``I gotta go to the bathroom'' Joker mumbled.
``To do what?''
``...to urinate, you monster! I been in this chair over an hour...''
I smiled and bowed. ``Oh, you don't have to go all the way to the bathroom
just for that, customer dear. I told you this was a full-service facility.''
I skipped through into the kitchen and was back with a clean stainless steel
bowl before Joker could frame a retort.
***
``I'm supposed to--''
``Shhh...'' I cautioned. ``No excess verbiage. Pay attention to what you're
doing.'' I took a squint into Joker's swollen vulva and located the minute
opening of Nozomi's urethra. I tried to figure trajectory and probable fluid
pressure as I positioned the bowl. ``Proceed.''
Joker glared at me, but Nozomi Kawasaki was also chewing Nozomi's lower lip ragged in
an effort to keep from breaking out laughing. Finally, Nozomi Kawasaki rolled Nozomi's eye
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