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Deal
The
slick red bikini was three sizes too small,
and clung to her skin, her nipples, her shaven slit. So tight, that
even dressed she felt
naked and exposed to the businessmen from Tokyo. She
blushed as her boss listed her attributes, spending several
minutes detailing the talents of her mouth. In a previous generation,
she might
have been a geisha, expected only to provide dignified and respectful
company.
But she was a sex slave, and the deal had been made including her use. |