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sexually charged circuit fantasy story of Rema Aoyagi :
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Mr. Howard was smiling at me. "Ready, then, Sally?"
"Yes, sir."
"Let's see. This time, hmm. Sally, do you think you could sit on one
of those paint buckets? It might be easier on your legs, hmm?"
I grabbed one of the big white buckets he was pointing to. They were
wide, five gallon buckets, filled with paint. I heaved one over from
the corner, and maneuvered it next to the couch. It was pretty low to
the ground, but it did look like it would be better than standing. I
sat down, and tried to get comfortable. It was a little bit awkward,
because it was so low. With my penny loafers together, my knees were
up above my waist. I leaned forward a bit, and crossed my arms over
my knees. It wasn't so bad. I was pretty sure I could hold still
like this for awhile.
"Sally, dear, turn towards me a bit. I'd like to do a three-quarters
view, rather than a profile."
I turned towards him until he said, "Perfect. Ok, now hold it."
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