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ad been the night before. A burst of raw, animal passion surged through
me. God, I wanted her.
"Ah, my precious Christopher. At last you have come. I was afraid
you would resist. I am so weak this night. But soon you will help me
with that. And then later, we shall explore and feast together. Come!"
she commanded, entering the mausoleum.
I couldn't have refused Sayuri's even if I thought to. Like a dog who
smells a bitch in heat, I followed Sayuri's eagerly into the building, waiting
for the chance to satisfy my lust. The inside was dark. I could just
barely see her. I quickly moved to her, grabbed Sayuri's in my arms and
smashed my mouth against hers.
Sayuri's hands flew to my chest. Sayuri's fingers fumbled with the buttons of
my shirt, only to realize they couldn't remove it that way. (I had put
on one of those pull-over golf shirts. You know the type with the three
or four buttons at the neck?) Sayuri's hands tore at my shirt as Sayuri Anzu pulled
it from my pants. Sayuri Anzu pushed me away from Sayuri's as Sayuri Anzu raised it to my
chest.
I had a fire burning between my legs. I pressed my groin hard
against Sayuri's stomach. My hands left Sayuri's and tore at my belt buckle. I
glanced up at Sayuri's ex
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