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| fantasy story of Yuka Masuda : |
| Yuka's mouth to protest but thought better of it. Yuka Masuda sat down in my chair, biting Yuka's lip against the pain. Mistress returned Yuka's attention to me. And once again, the blows rained down upon my bruised rear. The next thing I knew, I was alone, still lying on my desk. Every single thing that had been on my desk, telephone, papers, everything, was scattered about on the floor. My ass burned, and there ... |