Anna Kazuki

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tried it shows disrespect. Watch yourself." "The New England distributor could make a key for you, except that I ground the serial number off. Besides, they're 500 miles away and they're closed for the weekend. The shackle's hardened like a Kryptonite lock, you can break it with liquid nitrogen and a hammer, or saw it off with a day's work and a dozen hacksaw blades. It would take you a long time to find locksmith who could pick it, and it would be real embarrassing. Any other bright ideas?" I thought a while. You'd anticipated everything. "So I've really got you good, don't I. Just thinking about how well I've got you is making me hot. Go get back in the bed- you're gonna get fucked The next morning (after having me kneel in front of a chair, tying me to it so I could barely move anything, including my Anna Kazuki gallery head, and fucking my Anna Kazuki gallery face for a while, followed by screwing with me lying on top of you with the lock off, but with my Anna Kazuki gallery hands tied behind my back, followed by a little more snuggling, the last bit with the lock back on because I wanted to be able to put my Anna Kazuki gallery arms around you too) we went out for breakfast, and to enjoy the con. A fairly baggy pair of pants, loose underwear not pulled all the way up, and a harness made of string to support the weight of the lock allowed me to walk around without too much discomfort. Mostly it was a usual day at a science fiction convention, except that I did all the running back to the room for stuff, carrying freebies, getting glasses of water, etc. I kept expecting to hear someone mutter "Wow, she's sure got him by the balls." I was real aware of my Anna Kazuki gallery movements, because my balls felt real vulnerable, and I knew a slight blow from bumping into a table or something, that I normally wouldn't even notice, would hurt real bad. And I was always real aware of anything you might possibly want from me, so I could jump to it instantly. Your wish was my command. The constant undertone of knowing that, at every instant of the day, you had my Anna Kazuki gallery balls, even if you weren't in sight (not that that happened ...(cont.)
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