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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Hiromi Nakano :
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k of some metal. John chuckled.
"Remember what I said I'd do tonight? Here are my branding tools,
all nice and clean. I ordered them weeks ago, waiting for this
moment." Now that was an interesting revelation; my revenge for his
apparent thoughtlessness had nothing to do with the situation. It
struck me as quite likely that if I hadn't escaped from the motel,
all this might have happened last night.
As if he were reading my mind, John said, "Yup -- last night was to
be the lead-in, if you hadn't dawdled. You thought you were playing
bondage games with me, but it was never really a game to either of
us, was it?" With that, he slapped my buttocks, hard. "Of course, I
could never have afforded a place like this before today anyway; it
was thoughtful of you to provide it for me. I ho
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