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aft.
Finally they were still, then Mie Arisawa was lifted up and carried off to bed,
as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft program.
I left for home alone. Zarah insisted on staying there for a bit. I
didn't see Mie's for several days, and I was jealous, thinking of Mie's enjoying
Bill's attentions, and wishing to practice on someone.
Zarah8.TXT: The Massage and Farewell Party
My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation ceremony," my
last face-to-face encounter with the wonderful woman who had been my mistress
for so many weeks. I won't try to self-analyze this tale, just to say that
it happened as I am about to tell you. It occurred five days after our joint
Location: Zarah's motel office suite, in Mie's back room. Kathy was
sorting through some papers in the front room as I entered. Mie Arisawa seemed to be
busy packing some boxes, but I got a bright smile, hug (and a highly personal
squeeze) and hello from the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist."
"Zarah says to go on back," Mie Arisawa chirped.
I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd last observed
Zarah and Mie's two female "clients." It was just a bedroom, but a
professional massage table and he
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