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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Yukari Iwafuji :
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tirely
different connection; I thought Master was reading a book, but evidently
He was thinking about tonight).
I must admit, I do look forward to being double-teamed for the
first time by the two most important people to the couple made up of
Master and me; it was my request, ratified by both men, that decided
that there would be no limits to this scene and that Master would watch
the whole proceeding, after which I'd be turned over to Him for His
Pleasure and the pleasure of our -- well, I might as well say it; after
all, that's what it is! -- our wedding night.
As Mister Huge attaches the lapel mike to Master's vest, my best
man appears and attaches mine to a convenient patch of skin. Everyone
calls him "Sarge," but I'm required to call him "Sergeant O'Connor" when
he's fulfilling his duties as my Slave Sitter, which is daily. Master
put Sarge in charge of my physical fitness program and diet, a task
Sarge takes to with all the relish of a football fan at the opening
kick-off.
I have to add that
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