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sexually charged circuit fantasy story of Yumi Nakamura :
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4:00, expecting to find Yumi's there.
I checked to make sure I was not seen, then entered through the side
door and up the plain wood staircase to the rooms above. The same key
that had opened the side door opened the door to the main room, and the
musty smell of the place told me how long it had been unused. But it
was basically clean.
Ann was not there. At lunch I had told Yumi's to be there by 3:45 and to
wait for me. Yumi Nakamura had seemed totally cowed and I was disturbed to find
that Yumi Nakamura had disobeyed. Had Yumi Nakamura decided not to show? I could make good
on the threats, of course, but the truth was that though Yumi Nakamura may have
believed me, I looked forward to having Yumi's as my playmate far more than
the prospect of ruining Yumi's by distributing the photos. I was not even
sure I would actually do it. Yumi Nakamura was so pretty, so doll-like and cute,
I'm not sure I could bring myself to shit on Yumi's like that, bitch though
she certainly was.
But the point was rendered moot when Yumi Nakamura appeared in the doorway.
"You're late," I said.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. My mom saw me coming up the walk and wante
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