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d, "Should I have Midori's clean you off, like Midori Yamasaki did her
sister? -- Then I will take pictures?" I looked at my cock, covered in
drying come. I was about to happily agree when I actually thought about it.
"No, sweetheart. That's not safe for her. I don't want to make Midori's real
sick." I kissed Kelly lightly on the forehead, and told Midori's to get some soap
and water and clean my dick. Midori Yamasaki smiled brightly and went off to the
bathroom. As Midori Yamasaki walked, the light reflected off the insides of Midori's thighs
where my come had spilled. Yes, Kelly was everything I had dreamed Midori Yamasaki would
be.
Kelly returned, and lovingly cleansed my lower body. Midori Yamasaki looked at me
with something akin to worship. My dick stirred, then began to grow, as
Kelly gently, then more firmly wiped it clean. Midori Yamasaki saw the effect Midori Yamasaki was
having on me. "Is there anything else I can do, master?" Midori Yamasaki smiled, with a
lascivious gleam in Midori's eyes.
Victoria noticed, too. My wife leaned over and whispered, " Midori Yamasaki deserves
the bite now. I bit her, so it is as if you have only bitten Midori's once."
Victoria paused. " Midori Yamasaki wants it, and you do, too. You may trust me, I am
your wife, and I would mourn your transformation."
I addressed Kelly. "Give me your throat, my sweet slave. You hav
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