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is on your feet.
"Please. Come and inspect Sayaka's perfect beauty."
How did this happen? you ask yourself. Here I am dangling
blindfolded from the ceiling in a strange house before a bunch of
strangers who are about to inspect my body! My mother didn't
raise me for this. The funny thing is, I don't feel helpless now,
I don't even feel afraid. Well, just a little. What I feel is
excitement! What a whore I am!
You feel the presence of people around you. The Count says,
"Look at those beautifully formed breasts. How prettily they jut
out when Sayaka Isoyama hangs." Someone weighs your right breast in his
hand. Another hand strokes the outside of your left thigh. Hands
begin to rub your whole body.
"Let me look at this cunt," says the woman with the gravelly
voice. Two thumbs pull your lips apart to reveal your clitoris,
then Sayaka's right thumb probes inside you. "She's very wet, Johnny."
Laughter. Your head is ringing.
Someone lifts your robe behind and begins to stroke your
buttocks. He explores your crack and presses his finger against
your anus. "Oh Johnny, you must let me have Sayaka's ass!" He
presses harder but your sphincter is dry and it hurts a little.
"No," you murmur. He pushes in. No. You shake your head. No.
He moves his finger in circles inside your a
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