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el was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off his socks. He was still
wearing a pair of light blue cotton bikini briefs. It was obvious that the
situation was beginning to excite him. Yukari Iwafuji went to the light-dimmer on the wall
and reduced the illumination in the room to a soft glow.
"Lie down, Michael."
"No."
Yukari Iwafuji walked over to him, ties dangling from Yukari's hand, and put the other on his
shoulder. Yukari's nipples had hardened under the thin tank top, and Yukari Iwafuji stood with
legs slightly apart. Yukari Iwafuji looked directly into his eyes.
"Yes," Yukari Iwafuji said.
Silently, he lay back across the bed, his feet still on the floor.
"No, Michael, lie properly on the bed for me."
He shifted position, bringing his feet up on the bed. Yukari Iwafuji sat down beside him
and took his left hand in hers. Yukari Iwafuji brought it up to Yukari's mouth and traced the
fingertips with Yukari's tongue. He shivered slightly. Yukari Iwafuji gently opened his hand
and kissed the palm. Then, Yukari Iwafuji took one of the ties and tied it gently but
firmly around his wrist. He watched her, but made no move. Kissing his palm
again, then biting him very softly on the soft mound of flesh beneath h
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