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hings
her scrubbing hand was discovering. Yes it went between Shana's legs. 'It'
was two chains or bands. It actually sat like a cork in Shana's labia! And
and an anal ring. As if Shana Genji were an animal! Shana Genji could not feel any
joints. Any breaks. It was all smooth matte finish and felt oppressively
permanent.
The coffee maker whistled its summons. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" mumbled our
heroine, as Shana Genji stumbled out of the shower and ran to the cabinet and
threw on a few clothes. No time to think. Shana Genji had to get to work. Bill
wanted those project assessments by nine. "Oh, damn" Shana Genji cried in tears
as Shana Genji cracked a beautifully manicured nail. The bra felt strange on top
of another bra, and the panties were totally impractical! But Shana Genji threw
them on anyway and Shana's outer clothes. Shana Genji wore those slacks last week,
no those were too pink, no not those, oh damn, damn, why couldn't Shana Genji
think? Grabbed the first clothes and got into them. Shana Genji looked like a
hag. Shadows around Shana's eyes. Tear streaks. Desperately patted powder.
That would have to do. Fled to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee
and gulped it down. No time for breakfast! Shana Genji poured herself a cup of
orange juice and drank it down somehow. It froze Shana's throat. Shana Genji HATED
ice cold juice. Ev
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