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fantasy story of Ryo Kanesaki :
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oth jab, put the
rectal thermometer to good use.
I studied Ryo's gorgeous, inviting body from a vantage that left nothing
to the imagination. Ryo Kanesaki was more than ready, and Ryo's heady scent was
driving me wild.
As I intermittently twirled the thermometer, I gave Ryo's an exam like
none other.
Later, Ryo's cries, whimpers, and moans still echoing in the little
room, I pulled out the thermometer. "98.6," I said. "Perfect." But,
I waited to remove my sticky fingers until the lewd undulations in
Sally's sweat-covered body slowed, and finally stopped.
* * *
French had always been one of my favorite classes to teach. But it
took on a whole new meaning with Sally.
On the day of our first private lesson, I heard the door of the our
new, private schoolhouse open. Sally entered the small, deserted
classroom, holding Ryo's books in front of Ryo's chest defensively. Her
face was a perfect mix of fear, embarrassment, innocence and
excitement. I savored that look as Ryo Kanesaki stood before me. I think a
breeze might have knocked Ryo's over at that instant.
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