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shoved
it back in, fast and deep, and fucked Keiko's with it in several hard, quick
strokes. Keiko Harase was wailing, sobbing. Good. He stopped, gave it a twist or
two back and forth, and turned it loose, leaving a couple of inches of the
heavy handle sticking out so that its weight would pull down on Keiko's asshole.
He stood back and regarded her. The whip coming out of Keiko's ass and trailing
onto the floor looked like a little tail. Cute.
He stepped into the tub and leaned against the wall in front of her,
his knees slightly bent, to make it more difficult to reach his cock. Keiko Harase
knew what was expected. Keiko Harase tried to lower Keiko's head to his cock, reaching
for it with Keiko's tongue. But Keiko Harase seemed unable, of Keiko's own volition, to put
any more pressure on Keiko's shoulders by lowering Keiko's body further. As he
watched Keiko's struggle and listened to Keiko's whimpers of fear at the consequences
of failure, he felt an amused compassion for his whore. "Would you like some
help?" he asked gently, gazing down into Keiko's pleading, upturned eyes. "Please,
Master, could you just stand up
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