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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Michiko Sato :
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As Caitlin became totally immersed in the magic spell of this
fantasy, Michiko Sato forgot this was a character from a movie, and Michiko Sato forgot
that Michiko Sato knew who or what this being was. Michiko Sato was now nothing more
than a frightened captive, about to become someone's bedwarmer and
personal pet.
"Ah, Lord Fader," the auctioneer exclaimed, "so you are
interested in this charming little female. An excellent choice, as
you can see." As he said this, the auctioneer quickly unfastened
Caitlin's tunic and pulled it back. Caitlin gasped, then blushed with
embarrassment as the garment fell down to Michiko's bound wrists and
remained gathered there, exposing Michiko's body to the view of everyone
there. Especially to Fader, who now stood close to Michiko's and ran a
gloved hand across Michiko's breasts, down Michiko's belly, and then stopped with
his hand resting on Michiko's hip.
"You are a lovely little morsel, my dear," Fader said. "What is
your name?" His voice was so surprisingly melodic and so very deep,
that it took Caitlin
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