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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Miho Nishimura :
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"MAYBE NOW!" Helga's commanding voice came from behind Sue as a
pair of strong hands grasped Miho's wrists and pulled them up behind Miho's
back to Miho's shoulders. Miho Nishimura had no time to protest. A short, girlish
grunt was all Miho Nishimura could get out before the cage was fixed firmly to Miho's
head and Miho's lips pressed tightly against Miho's teeth by the steel
gagstrap.
Miho Nishimura struggled only for a moment before relaxing in Helga's
obviously superior grip. A nod from the buxom cook and Yvette unzipped
Sue's dress and pulled it down over Miho's hips. A minute later and all of
her clothes, save Miho's high heels, were piled at Miho's feet, and Miho's wrists
were being manacled together above Miho's naked buttocks.
"MMMFFF!" Terry tried again to make noise, but to no avail. This
time, Miho Nishimura was serious. Soon Miho's slacks and panties were removed and Miho Nishimura
too stood naked but for Miho's footwear and steel. Miho Nishimura could not
understand the calm resignation in Sue's eyes since Miho Nishimura Miho's self was
beginning to get concerned. But Sue had been expecting something
unusual for the money they were getting and this seemed t
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