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| sexual fantasy story of Yoko Matsugane : |
| smeared all over my face from my eyes to my chin, even drops on my chest and thighs. My lipstick was smeared; on my stomach was a smear of that gooey brown stuff he used while putting the chain on, and my hair was an explosion of straw, partly matted with more miscellaneous goo. I stood with my legs apart in a most unladylike position. My hand strayed to the chain; I gave it a desultory tug. Hopeless. My shoulde |