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this was the first time Saki Aibu had ever followed any man's
lead, the first time Saki Aibu had not directed action. The thought was
rapidly chased away, however, by the dizzying sensations Saki Aibu was
drowning in. Maiden, Mother, and Crone, Saki Aibu thought hazily, what a
consort he would make.
He pulled away from Saki's suddenly, stilling their undulations. His
eyes were closed. "Lady . . . " he trailed off, his gentle voice
holding onto the word.
"Control," Saki Aibu whispered back to him, fondling his jaw lovingly as
she saw his jet lashes fluttering. They were both silent for long
agonizing moments. Then, "Are you ready?" Saki Aibu asked him. He nodded.
"Yes . . . " he replied with sensuous sibilance. And he resumed, for
a brief time -- only a scant few minutes. He pulled away from her
more urgently this time, his jaw clenched.
Through trembling lips, he breathed, "Lady . . . I don't think . . ."
His eyes were wide, filled with despair and pleading. Saki Aibu caressed
his soft skin, his beautiful buttocks, with Saki's gentle hands.
"Doctor," Saki Aibu replied, Saki's voice feathery and light, filled with
understanding, "this is only your second lesson." Saki Aibu leaned forward
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