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rd, anchoring Yumi's to the bed. Yumi Egawa sighed in pleasure and
let Yumi's head fall back, then twitched in surprise as he latched yet
another chain to the topmost chain just where it crossed Yumi's spine.
He led the free end down Yumi's arms, threading it through her
wristcuffs, looping it between Yumi's thighs (not without difficulty,
so firmly were they sealed together), and then back up between her
calves until he reached Yumi's anklecuffs and passed it through them.
Yumi Egawa raised Yumi's head, staring down at Yumi's pinioned body as he
finally passed the end of the chain through the footboard and drew
it taut against its anchorage.
Cynthia rolled onto Yumi's side and moaned into Yumi's gag as he
snubbed Yumi's firmly, stretching Yumi's lengthwise down the exact center
of the satin spread, before he locked the chain. Yumi's cheek pressed
the hard links stretching from Yumi's breasts to the headboard - links
drawn tight by the gently insistent downward pressure of the lower
anchor. The pressure tensioned Yumi's body firmly, yet Yumi Egawa could
still move Yumi's feet up and down the wrist-to-ankle chain. Sh
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