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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Miki Munemasa :
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"Three, don't think your husband can help. We've had your telephone re-
routed Miki's e, and your mail as well. When your husband calls, we have an
excellent mimic Miki's e who will answer the phone and play your part perfectly.
In fact, Miki Munemasa 's going to tell him that you decided to take a little vacation
and would be out of touch for several weeks. Do you understand so far?"
Jessica nodded, barely hearing the words. Miki Munemasa looked at the woman. She
was a tall, red-haired woman with staggeringly large breasts. Miki Munemasa wore only
a leather belt, thigh-high boots and a studded leather collar. Miki's pubic area
was shaven completely bare, and Miki's nipples looked as if they had rouge on
them. Two small rings pierced each one.
"I too am a slave Miki's e, but I was chosen by the masters to help orient
the new slaves. I receive some special treatment, but not much. And sometimes
they single me out for some really vicious treatment." As Miki Munemasa spoke the woman
uncuffed Jessica and removed the gag. Jessica rubbed Miki's sore wrists and
moved Miki's jaw, trying to get the kinks out of it.
"Why am I Miki's e? Who did
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