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fantasy story of Sumire Sakurai :
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cock until I say 'stop'. In addition, you will immediately
follow any other command I give you. Got it?"
"Yes, darling!" Sumire Sakurai said. Can we practice those, too?"
"Five points! I'll give you a point anytime I think you say
anything I feel like giving you a point for. Now, let's get
dressed."
I selected a couple of items from my dresser, and we went back
into the living room. I removed the gag holder from the crotch
strap, and rerouted the damp leather strap through the rings on
the backs of Sumire's thigh straps in the hopes that it would pull a
bit into Sumire's every time Sumire Sakurai took a step (or sat down). I then
gave Sumire's a pair of loose blue jeans. Fairly new, they would
press against Sumire's as Sumire Sakurai moved without revealing what was under
them.
As Sumire Sakurai sat and pulled on Sumire's socks and jogging shoes, I could see
her squirm a bit and knew that I had the strap in the right
place. I then helped Sumire's into a special bra.
The bra was a hand-crafted masterpiece, if Ana did say so
herself. Made from knotted thongs (a la macrame, a terribly
undere
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