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Chapter One: The Black Devil’s Hand

That night, at a Japanese restaurant called Kameishi in Akabane, the All Risks Division of Star Insurance Company held a welcome party for new employees.

In the insurance company, the welcome reception for new employees has never been held in such a first-class restaurant.

This may have something to do with the presence of the female head of their insurance fund division, Kanako Awara. In this company of 2,000 people, her deployments are isolated workers.

In addition to welcoming the two dozen or so members of the club, Kanako has mixed feelings because Kameishi’s female boss, Junyo, is the concubine of Yūnosuke Takemitsu, the chairman of the board of directors of the Star Insurance Company, who is over fifty years of age but still has a great deal of charm.

In addition, Kanako, who served as Yūnosuke Takemitsu’s secretary for three years before he retired last year, has also risen to her current position as the head of this division.

Among the staff, there is considerable resentment and dissatisfaction with this staffing arrangement.

“There’s no way for a woman to come and function.”

“She’s too old and young. She’s an amateur at keeping all the work.”

“She’ll just form a nuisance for the group staff!”

All these waves of sound were silenced at Takemitsu’s command.

Takemitsu and Kanako’s father, Yusuke Awara, used to be comrades-in-arms in Indonesia, but after their respective business ventures, Yusuke Awara passed away ten years ago, leaving behind a large amount of land and family assets to his only daughter, Kanako.

When Kanako graduates from a prestigious women’s university and takes a job as a clerk in the secretarial division, her family history and her good looks make her the dream girl desired by her male colleagues in the company.

With high top square eyes and nose, the whole face gives the impression of rationality, excellent character and exudes that feminine temperament.

Slim, even-keeled, the shape of her breasts made more pronounced by her shirt, her hips encased in a narrow skirt, her slim calf bellies.

Everyone is concerned about who will be the winner and who will be able to get the love of this beauty, but Mr. Take learns that Kanako is married to an ordinary employee of a company with which she has business dealings.

Even though she was married, it didn’t take away her title as the No. 1 beauty of the Star Insurance Company; and after she got married, her beauty was even more eye-catching like polished jade.

In addition to her original demure beauty, the kind of becoming-hot gorgeousness of being a wife, the undulations shown by that waistline as she gasped for breath, was breathtakingly tempting to look at one more time.

–The atmosphere of the banquet, which was quite serious at the beginning, finally began to liven up after three rounds of drinking.

Of the thirty people attending, there were four female staff members, including Kanako, and two of them were new staff members who had graduated from junior colleges.

Kanako had only finished a glass of beer and her face was already turning red, and the young female staff members, too, were getting drunk on the male staff members.

“Chief, let’s have another drink! Here’s to you!”

Yoshihiro Matsuzaki stands with a glass of beer in his hand to persuade.

“Thanks, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to drink much to the wine.”

Held in Kanako’s hand was a glass of juice.

When Matsuzaki saw that, he casually grabbed a new cup.

“Don’t be so polite! There’s no harm in honoring you with another drink. Come on, drink up!”

He eagerly poured her a full glass of wine.

At this point there were already a few staff members, who were beginning to take notice.

“Fine! I’ll be casual!”

After Kanako finished her drink, the members of the community felt at ease and started chatting.

Matsuzaki said as he poured the wine, “It’s hard work being a section chief.”

“A womanizer has to manage two dozen ministries.”

When Kanako looked at Matsuzaki with a surprised look, he then stated with a laugh.

“This is all in jest, at first I thought it was doubtful how far a woman could take charge, but these days, I realize that this is all my prejudice, in the future, we should work harder, under the leadership of the head of the class, work hard, and please also ask the head of the class for more guidance.”

After speaking, he gently bowed his head.

Seeing Matsuzaki’s attitude like that, Kanako didn’t know what kind of reaction to make all of a sudden, and just didn’t say a word.

Anymore, the one who was most pained to see Kanako’s promotion was Matsuzaki.

When the previous head of the division retired due to a heart attack, Matsuzaki was the obvious choice for the head of the division in terms of age or accomplishments, and the story was spread throughout the entire Insurance Dept. until Kanako stepped in.

The position wasn’t something Kanako was looking forward to, just Takemitsu in his retirement.

“In honor of your three years of help, is there anything you want to do, or want…” asked Takemitsu to Kanako.

“No, nothing!” Kanako replied firmly.

“I can’t rest easy with this look, tell me about it! Aren’t you dissatisfied with your present work?”

When Kanako entered the company, the secretarial division was not something she wanted to come in. However, under Takemitsu’s arrangement, she still took the position he assigned her.

The Insurance Premium Division is the kind of job Kanako wants, but the position of Division Chief is not what she is looking for.

Kanako wanted to quit the position, but Takemitsu said, “It’s already been decided, it can’t be changed, and I’m sure you’ll be able to do it, so please work hard to become the first female executive in the company!”

So this matter, it was decided!

In the beginning, the people in the Insurance Premium Division, were quite cold to the new Kanako.

After a month, after three months, these coldness also melted like ice, and after half a year after these words from Matsuzaki, everyone changed from sympathy to trust and respect for Kanako.

Kanako is not only beautiful.

She had an excellent brain, good judgment, and good workmanship, which earned her the favor and trust of her subordinates, but it was the first time that Matsuzaki had thrown up her hands and surrendered.

At work, not to comment on the two of them, who did a good or bad job, compared with the dignified appearance of Kanako, the dark complexion, short Matsuzaki, is really too no supervisor of the frame.

Narrow forehead, flat nose, and fat lips give a not-so-good impression.

“With looks like that, living to thirty-five and not being married isn’t worth making a fuss about.”

So the female coworkers around him secretly nicknamed him “Shorty Pine”.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, I’m very happy to be able to be so accommodating, and I hope that in the future, we can all work together to fuel our work!”

Taking Matsuzaki’s lie at face value, Kanako took it at face value and drained her glass of beer in one gulp!

It was probably the heat of the summer, and the beer, which I hadn’t had in a long time, was delicious past my throat!

Without realizing it, the beer in my hand dried up some more. Who says I can’t drink, maybe I’m a good drinker! Kanako thought to herself.

Kanako, who had this thought, also continued to drink for the second and third time as a result.

“Your husband seems to have gone abroad on a business trip!”

“Yeah! A three-month business trip to the branch in Paris.”

“Will you be lonely then, class president!”

“Getting used to it, though! People say a little separation is better than a wedding.”

While speaking, Kanako’s unintentional Sandman had struck.

“It doesn’t matter, but it seems like I’m trying to sleep, probably because I’ve had too much to drink!”

He smiled a little to himself and tried to move his face, but his eyelids were already as heavy as lead.

“Not feeling well, it would be good to lie down for a while then, tell old Guan Niang to prepare a room for you to lie down.”

“No need! No need!” Edge said, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, as if he was about to get drunk.

“Come on! Don’t be polite, or let’s go!”

Matsuzaki set her up with his hands and couldn’t say no!

“I’m sorry! Well, only trouble!”

After standing up, she looked at Matsuzaki with embarrassment as he racked her hard.

“No generalization, a little drunk! Some cool air will make it better!”

Walked out of the room.

“What’s wrong with me! This is a first for me!”

As she walked, Kanako mouthed the words, while the soft, supple flesh encased in her white shirt was now heavily pressed against Matsuzaki’s arm.

“Ah! What to do!”

At that moment, she met Chiyoko, who was entertaining her.

“Yeah! The class president is suddenly unwell, is there somewhere she can lie down and rest for a while.”

“This way, please follow me!”

Chiyoko then led the way.

Those were the last things Kanako heard in her consciousness.

“Well, here it is!”

When the door opened, the quilt was already laid out in the room where the eight settings were.

There was no longer any conscious thought about how to have this kind of preparation; at this point, all Kanako wanted to do was cuddle up under the quilt and get a good night’s sleep.

“Please rest, I’ll come back later.”

“……”

Wanted to say thank you! But the mouth doesn’t work anymore.

“Sleep well! Head of the class!”

Strangely enough, Matsuzaki’s cold voice deepened Kanako’s sleepiness.

When Matsuzaki met up with Chiyoko again.

“Is that guy coming?”

“Uh-huh! Early, one is having a drink!”

Chiyoko locked her eyebrows deeply as if she was thinking of something dirty.

“Hi! Hi! It’s showtime!”

“That! Keep a good lookout until I come later!”

“Good point! Don’t worry!”

After speaking, he parted ways with Chiyoko and returned to the party.

Matsuzaki, who couldn’t wait ten minutes, stood up after a few minutes and said, “I’ll be in the restroom!”

After the speech, he stormed out of the party, and the other staff members asked, “Is the chief drunk and feeling better?”

“The courser, unlike you, is incapable of alcohol.”

When Matsuzaki returned outside that room, the door only opened, and beside Kanako already lay a man with gray sideburns who was meeting his lips to Kanako’s.

“Hey! That was nasty!”

The man jumped like a bullet at the sound of Matsuzaki’s voice, and was relieved when he realized it was Matsuzaki.

“What for! What are you screaming for?” Said with that lecherous grin.

“Didn’t I tell you not to lay a finger on her until I get here!”

Matsuzaki approached Kanako’s pillow with great reluctance as if his own treasure was being teased.

Kanako, who was sleeping very sweetly, was completely unaware of these two men, and this kind of trap, and only this kind of man, to approach a noble woman like her.

“Hi! Hi! I don’t know if you have anything else to say?”

Iwata said, while peering over Matsuzaki’s shoulder, over Kanako’s face.

“What a great beauty, more beautiful than imagined.”

Iwata happily rubbed his hands together as he asked, “Hey! Are there only pictures today?” I can’t help but say it with my emotions running high.

“I know, and I understand you’re anxious, but once the drug wears off, there’s no way to do it!”

Iwata had to hastily pull out his camera and get ready to shoot!

Instead, on Matsuzaki’s side, looking nervous, he slowly opened the quilt.

“Just take a picture of this look first!”

With the camera already set up, Iwata first took a picture of Kanako’s whole body.

“Next step, hey! Roll up your skirt.”

“Uh-huh!”

At Iwata’s urging, Matsuzaki slowly rolled up her skirt, also revealing her pink and white legs.

By the touch of his fingertips, Matsuzaki’s insides began to tremble.

The face that meets every day could never have touched Kanako’s body so much, and now it’s letting me at my mercy without any defense.

The class president’s slim figure, all wrapped up in silk suits since she took office, could be imagined swaying against her skin as she walked.

(At this moment, he has an urge to pull her clothes off and see her skin)

The thought kept hitting him.

At this point the hands slowly rolled the hem of the skirt up towards the knees.

For the first time, Kanako’s rounded thighs and the secret place that went up with them surfaced in front of Matsuzaki’s eyes.

The protruding secret spot was mostly covered by the panties, which were pale red with a slight purple tinge.

The urge to embrace the lower limbs was interrupted by Iwata’s second “click” of the camera.

“Shine the boobs next!”

Matsuzaki swallowed hard and unbuttoned that shirt one by one, then took off his bra.

“Ugh! These…are really virgin breasts!”

Iwata couldn’t help but grunt as the white chest, revealed those breasts.

“This kind of body, I just can’t believe it’s someone who has a husband.” Said the sidekick, immediately picking up the camera.

Her breasts, lying on their backs, were still firm and firm, exuding the mature charm of a woman, but as Iwata had said, these pale pink nipples, like flower buds, were rare among Japanese women.

“Place one hand over the nipple.”

Iwata positioned Kanako’s right hand next to that secret spot and her other left hand under the exposed breast.

(This position is slowly taking on a seductive atmosphere)

When this program was designed, it was all Matsuzaki’s idea.

The original plan was for Matsuzaki, but while his own plan was underway, it was actually Iwata who was arranging it instead.

A bitter smile appeared in Matsuzaki’s eyes.

After two or three pictures had been taken, Matsuzaki removed the panties that were wedged between his thighs, but not that well.

After the service panties off, the heart of a burst of pity, so white and tender waist, actually to the elastic band to get so a red groove.

The soft belly, connected to the plump bulge between her thighs, was like a mountain, and with it the valley in her legs.

Unable to contain his excitement, Matsuzaki’s hand clutched the removed panties as waves of excitement pounded through his mind.

And on the peak between those legs, in a reverse triangle, the pubic hair was as thick as a forest.

“Open her legs!”

The secret place between those legs was as straight as the petals of a flower, as straight as an engraved line, and that opening was as tightly closed as a line.

The color of the lips of the flower has been as light pink as the color of the nipple, that is like being able to secrete secret juice, not like a woman.

The two looked at the eye, and their cheeks flushed a slight red.

“I’ve seen women of all colors, but a woman with colors as beautiful as hers is the first time I’ve seen it.”

“Put her fingers in it!”

Seriously, he pressed Kanako’s right middle finger, directly within the lips of the flower.

After standing, Iwata immediately took pictures of every angle with his camera.

In his youth, he was a student of a professional photographer, and now takes pictures with that same kind of professional demeanor.

“Well, the shot’s done!”

Matsuzaki looked at his watch; it had taken fifteen minutes to take the picture alone.

“Put your clothes on!”

“Wait!”

“There’s still 20 minutes left in the potion, so let’s have some fun!”

Iwata said and pulled down the zipper on his pants.

“Hey! Didn’t I agree not to touch a hair on her head tonight?”

“I know! Can’t you just lick that pussy?”

Matsuzaki had the same thought in mind though.

“If she wakes up halfway through, won’t it be a lost cause!”

“Don’t worry, the drug is so expensive, and after falling asleep, being how it’s done, I am completely unaware of it!”

Iwata said as he took off his shirt.

“If you enjoy a moment’s pleasure at this time, then our whole plan will not be in vain, as long as we take the photo as a means, with that kind of woman, will never let her husband know this matter!”

“Didn’t you just hug her too?” Matsuzaki protested resentfully.

“Okay! After you then, please, share it well!”

Matsuzaki has budding feelings for Kanako, and at this point has no choice but to acquiesce.

Matsuzaki, who had taken off his shirt and loosened his tie, slowly, as if tasting, kissed from his toes toward Kanako’s, at which point Iwata picked up the camera.

“What do you want?”

“Take another picture as evidence.”

“That’s not a good look!”

At that moment Iwata picked up the panties and told Matsuzaki to cover his head, exposing only his mouth, and Matsuzaki ignored the odor and covered from the head, exposing only his mouth, as Iwata had said.

“Come on, only five minutes left!”

It was only a short five minutes, but at this point Matsuzaki had nothing more to ask for in terms of the satisfaction of his heart, the fulfillment of his desires, for just caressing Kanako’s flesh.

Starting from Kanako’s lips, the sound of the camera ringing in my ears again at this time is no longer a big problem, and kissing intensely to Kanako’s fragrant lips, again and again. Looking up at Kanako again, I thought to myself, “Is it really Kanako that I’m kissing at this moment?

Then with a hand on that shell-like lower forehead, he slid his tongue inside her lips, then came back with his tongue to lick her nostrils, but the limit was only five minutes, at which point Cave Minute monkeyed with her ample breasts, gently rubbing and kneading them, gently sucking on the nipples to the left and right, and quickly moving to her legs.

After sticking his tongue into her flowery lips and touching there, Matsuzaki had lost his mind and had gone crazy!

If it wasn’t for Iwata’s reminder, Matsuzaki would just want to just get drunk and die right here in the middle of the flowers!

“Your turn to shoot me!”

By the time he handed the camera back to Matsuzaki, Iwata was completely naked.

“What are you going to do?” Matsuzaki asked uneasily.

“Don’t worry! I just want to take a picture with this beauty.”

“It doesn’t matter if it shines in my face! Just keep finishing the negative!”

Iwata then kissed his way towards Kanako’s mouth, and his other hand rubbed towards those breasts, his hand going from his stomach to his waist.

From the camera, all that can be seen is a white, shiny, marble-like limb of a beautiful woman being toyed with by another black male body.

At this time, like a noble orchid, by a pair of black magic hands to rub bad, that kind of joy after the sadness is to be deplored.

“This is the best angle.”

As he spoke, he inserted his large thumb into the lips of her flower.

Then he picked up Kanako and sat in front of her, kissing her ear and her tongue from behind, and his hands even went under her armpits and rubbed her breasts.

Again, he took Kanako’s hand, holding his manhood, and rubbed it back and forth… rubbing it…

The drug seemed to be almost over, and Kanako’s beautiful brow twitched.

“Uh-huh!”

Thin lips opened to make a slight sound as well.

“It’s almost time!”

“Okay! It’s almost time to take the picture, so hurry up and get her dressed before she wakes up.”

“I’ll wear the top, you wear the bottom!”

It’s as if you’re dressing a doll, putting on all the clothes you’ve taken off.

Iwata let out a grin as the last of the shirts were buttoned up.

“Don’t get too happy, this is just the first step in the plan that worked.”

“Just be careful with everything anyway!”

Matsuzaki said that, and Iwata didn’t discount Matsuzaki who was so suspicious.

“I know!”

At that moment Chiyoko arrived!

“All done, over?”

Looking at Kanako in the quilt, there was a feeling of pity in his heart.

“Right! And then again it’s on you.”

Matsuzaki stood up, straightened his tie and looked at his watch.

“I should go, or Phi will find out and it won’t be good!”

Iwatanabe put the camera in his bag and looked at Kanako.

“Poor thing, raped! You don’t know anything about it!”

“Then I’m off!”

“Go through the back door on your way out!”

“I know!”

Chapter 2: The Crumbling Virgin

Seeing the photo Matsuzaki brought out, Kanako thought straight away that it was a dream.

This is the office of the Claims Division, and as the Division Chief, there are still a few investigators by the entrance door, even though it’s the lunch break.

Matsuzaki slipped his hands up his skirt and caressed his buttocks.

“This investigation case…”

While talking about his work, he suddenly whispered, “Open your feet” in a very urgent voice.

“Hmm! Please, can we stop here!” Pleaded in a trembling voice.

Matsuzaki grinned, completely defenseless, and reached deep into her bush.

The sense of shame and defilement made Kanako sidestep her face.

“So much for starting the investigation, Chief!”

“Class president! We’re going out!”

The coworker by the door spoke, and Kanako, who looked up sharply, had to force her face.

After the two went out, Kanako pushed Matsuzaki’s hand away.

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

Shaky voice.

“I haven’t done anything yet!”

“I didn’t know yet class president, you have a habit of not wearing panties!”

“Are you that Iwata’s partner?”

“Right! I took this picture!”

From the time she looked at the picture to actually hearing Matsuzaki’s words, Kanako was going crazy.

“It’s unbelievable that the class president has such a beautiful body!”

“Stop it!”

“What is your intention?”

“No! Knowing that your husband is away on a business trip, we are just doing a charity work and hope to replace your husband and serve you for free.”

“No more jokes!”

“Not kidding, we mean it!”

Matsuzaki has a straight face.

Suddenly, Kanako burst out laughing!

“Don’t say anything stupid!”

“Don’t you understand? As soon as these photos reach the company, or your residence, your position, as well as your husband and family will be gone, class president, and someone as smart as you, class president, should know which one to pick.”

“If I don’t want to do so, that Iwata is going to do it, and you’ve met that man, the Chief of Section, and we don’t even know what he wants to do with his next move, so it’s best not to mess with him!”

“So! What am I to do?”

“It’s simple, first roll up your skirt and make a vow with your name.”

“I know!”

In an empty office, in front of the community members I know, with legs wide open and a desperate desire in my heart to see my coworkers, any of them, come back a little earlier.

Matsuzaki remained seated, staring intently at his bare lower abdomen.

The memory of Kanako’s secret spot in the turtle stone one room yesterday, caressing it directly with her mouth was still there, and her heart was still very excited.

The hairs on his lower abdomen were spread out in a triangular pattern, and at this point Matsuzaki was going to lower his head.

“Quick! Swear!”

“I, Kanako Kurihara, will absolutely follow your orders and make a poisonous oath!”

Biting his lip when he finished speaking.

“It’s true oh! Lesson Leader.”

“Aye! Yes!”

“So! I don’t suppose you’ll resist if I do this now!”

“Please! Not here, if anyone comes!”

“Okay! Then don’t forget the oath you just made!”

Kanako walked to the second floor of the bouncy house.

In the creed as Etsuko Torii as written by Matsuzaki.

Asked about the woman and out walked a woman with dyed hair and heavy makeup.

The woman was wearing a t-shirt & pants, her hands gripping her hair as she looked Kanako over from head to toe.

Finally the door opened.

“I’ve kept you waiting, courser.”

Saw the loose monstrous man who had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing a shirt.

“Thought you weren’t coming and wanted to call you at home.”

It was only when I got closer that I smelled a stench of alcohol.

Today, after that playful moment with Kanako in the office, she said she had to come out to do something, and she hasn’t returned to the office yet.

Taking off her stilettos, she walked into the room where Iwata was drinking at the table.

“Come on! Mrs.! Don’t stand, sit down and have a drink!”

Kanako sat down.

“Please, guys, give me back that picture, here’s two million dollars, please take it!”

As he spoke, he pulled out two million dollars in a bank envelope.

Both Matsuzaki and Iwata were startled!

The two looked at each other.

“Head of the class! This is too much of a surprise, as if we were forcing ourselves on you.”

“But we want what money can’t buy.”

Kanako kept begging them with her head bowed.

“Please, please take this money anyway.”

With a trembling voice, he begged them bitterly.

“Didn’t we already tell you this morning that we pity you besides money!”

“Not to mention Matsuzaki has such a crush on you!”

Kanako looked up and saw Matsuzaki, her whole body shaking.

“No need to beg us!”

“And what exactly am I supposed to do about it?”

“It’s easy, just hang out with us when your husband is away on business!”

“How about! Mrs.!”

Iwata drank what was left in his glass.

“Me! I got it!”

“But you will return the pictures to me as promised!”

“Of course, we’re men, we’ll keep our promise!”

“When, then, will the picture be returned to me?”

Engaged Matsuzaki sight for a moment.

“Three months, after your husband comes back, at that time we will naturally give it back to you if we are tired of your body!”

At that moment Matsuzaki interjected.

“During this period, courser, your body, from head to toe, will have to obey our orders.”

Kanako nodded slightly.

“Enough talk, take off all your clothes!”

This tone of Iwata’s speech has always been the same.

Kanako, who had come to her senses, did not hesitate at all to…

Starting to take off her top, Kanako, Iwata said to her, “After you’re naked, go inside!”

“It’s so fascinating! The most painful thing for a man is to see a woman undressing piece by piece, it’s more painful than anything else!”

Saying anything else would be redundant, Kanako finished taking off her blouse and then unbuttoned her shirt one by one with her back to Iwata as well.

The scene in the parlor came flooding back.

This was the second time that they had seen Kanako undress, but Matsuzaki and Iwata didn’t make a sound at all.

When the skirt fell to the floor, the long and white legs, showing the flesh of a human wife, the lines were even more breathtaking.

“All knowing it would be here, and making such a special trip to buy panties!”

“No need to be so slow, take off all the rest!”

Seeing that chestnut-moving body, Matsuzaki and Iwata began to press on again.

Mature waistline, sexy thighs, a world away from her usual office self.

“Follow that, ma’am!”

“Both hands behind your back please!”

Iwata tied Kanako’s hands behind her back with a rope.

“Well, today is our wedding night!”

Taking the rope, he led Kanako to the next room.

“Hey! Bring the bamboo and the rope!”

Rolling up his sleeves, Matsuzaki took out the rope and a meter or more of bamboo sticks from his pouch.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Lying on her back, Kanako made an uneasy sound as both knees tightened.

“Don’t worry, ma’am! You just have to lie down obediently, and in a while, you’ll be able to enjoy as much pleasure as heaven!”

A very confident Matsuzaki sets the bamboo stick on Kanako’s leg.

“Don’t move!”

Matsuzaki ordered Kanako as he tied Kanako’s legs with rope, and once one leg was tied, he tied the other leg after spreading it wide.

“What the hell are you doing?”

By the time Kanako realized it, it was too late, and the duo had secured their legs tightly with rope.

By now the undressed Kanako was tied up in a herringbone shape, with the shameful garden at the base of her long legs in full view.

Kanako squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her red face crouching toward her shoulders.

“Truly the more you see, the more you love a woman!”

Iwata said sensitively as Kanako, whose entire body was dyed a light pink color, was looked at nakedly.

The top and bottom were tied with ropes, showing more of the tenderness of those breasts and the curves of the waist, and the tiny belly button on the abdomen was concave.

Then the ripe legs, the virginal mouth of the garden at the root, tightly closed.

“It’s really Mr. That Side of the Sea’s fault that such a body is not embraced.”

A smile rose to the corners of Iwata’s mouth as he removed another white bottle from his pouch, uncapping it and placing it between Kanako’s legs.

“What’s this again?”

“It’s the drug that turns even Joan of Arc into Panacea.”

“That effective?”

“This medicine is hard to come by.”

As he spoke, Iwata’s face moved closer between Kanako’s legs.

“What a lovely pussy, ma’am, I’m going to apply it from here now!”

From the vial, dip your finger into the lotion-like substance and carefully apply it from the incision of the mucous membrane to the depths of the garden until it is very even.

Starting from the inside of the little inner mucous membrane on the inside, to the so-narrow incision, to the upper end where it closes around that bud.

“Yikes! You! What are you painting!”

“Take it easy for a moment ma’am, maybe even you don’t get it now, when you’ve had your fill of it for the past three months, you’ll be so happy you’ll forget about it!”

Finally the lotion was finished, and Iwata lay directly beside Kanako’s legs, hugging her marble-like thighs as he stroked them, his lips then touching her waist.

This caress was a sensation that Kanako was feeling for the first time.

Then the feeling, like a small bell, rang a sweet melody, but Kanako’s heart did not move at all, restraining it with her own stubborn heart.

But Iwata’s caresses were tactful and so insistent compared to her husband’s!

How much better it would be at this point if it was two lovers, a man and a woman.

But alas, without a little love, the weaknesses of women, step by step, are probed, and Kanako’s sensitive parts, in that one spot, Kanako…

(Yeah! If you keep caressing me like this!)

Immediately rebuked myself for this desire that surfaced in my mind.

For the first time, Kanako, by the excitement that floated in her heart but was not tangible, how could she not escape, and that chestnut movement inside her body was even harder to hold back.

After tens of seconds, the depths of the body, as if swallowed by molten lava, became hotter and hotter, allowing an unspeakably strange sensation to hit.

At one time, it seemed like a painful sensation, and at another time it was accompanied by a tingling sensation of pleasure and beauty.

The highs and lows of this look, second after second, spread out toward that Kanako’s entire body, and Kanako went with those feelings.

It was as if, some part of the flesh was slowly melting away, a hot pleasure containing a tickling sensation.

While hesitating, he casts a pleading glance at Iwashi and Matsuzaki, who, at that moment, are happily drinking wine.

(Yikes! Yikes! What the hell am I gonna do?)

So much that I wanted to scream out, over and over again, until my body was wet with sweat.

I don’t know how much time had passed since then, but when she looked up and almost called out to them, Iwata looked at her with that look in her eyes and said, “How’s it going? Do you have any plans to do something now?”

Kanako turned her head sideways, “Yikes! I’m itchy…can you help me.”

“So yeah! What do you want us to do there, how do you want us to do it, how do you want us to be, make it clearer, we’re not like you, stupid minded!”

Kanako shook her head from side to side as she had…

“Yikes! Boobs…boobs, please rub them for me.”

Her mouth seemed to spit fire, and she begged with a low sob of shame.

Iwata deliberately, “What? Speak up, speak up!”

“Please rub my boobs…rub my boobs.”

After the plea, a heat floated through Kanako’s body.

“Ha! You’re married, are we doing this right?”

“Ah! It doesn’t matter, please… hurry!”

“It’s already all said and done, so there’s no point in pushing back, Matsuzaki! Then you’ll have some fun first!”

“I’ll go first…okay?”

“Anymore, she’s your supervisor, and her appraisal will only be good if she behaves better!”

Speaking of words, Matsuzaki sat down next to the quilt.

“Well then, class president, I’ll be damned!”

“Good! Do it quickly, please!”

The difficult Kanako, biting her upper lip as if she was on the verge of breaking the rope.

Matsuzaki pressed her hands on her breasts as if wrapping them around her bosoms, gently pressing and rubbing them, at which point Kanako leaked that unexpected sigh from her mouth.

“Class president! Feeling it then?”

Matsuzaki’s hand, rhythmically, pressed and rubbed, and slowly that wave of hardness surged through Kanako’s body, one after the other.

“Hold back any longer, courser! A woman’s body is very honest!”

The breasts were engorged and getting harder as Matsuzaki rubbed them more and more passionately.

“Have your nipples ever changed?”

Using her index and thumb, she rubbed her nipples back and forth.

“Ahh! It’s so good, it feels so good!”

Her upper body had begun to wriggle, her nostrils had begun to rise, and nectar was overflowing from the garden at the base of her second leg.

“Ah! Please! Please! I’m so sick!”

The unexplained lust that welled up inside them, rationality by now lost in the shaking, from the curly black hair, the ripe and voluptuous waist, made them all shake.

“Say! What do you expect me to do?”

A cold one, Iwata’s face, leaned into Kanako’s face and spoke in an interrogative tone to the angsty and enthusiastic Kanako.

“Hold! Hold me!”

“Whoa! You’re telling me to stick it in you.”

Kanako, who had her eyes closed, didn’t answer.

“Right! That’s the thing.”

Kanako, who still had a little bit of rationality left, was smothered in hesitation by the burning pleasure of her breasts as they were being rubbed and pressed!

“Mrs.! And you’re hard to help, do you really want to go crazy?”

As he spoke, Iwata’s hand slowly stroked down to his lower abdomen, gently and slowly!

“Ah…”

The lower abdomen began to shake with that stroking, and Kanako had gone so wild that she began to shake her head.

“Bye…please! Please stick me…”

Accompanied by gasps, unimaginable grunts were heard in the ears.

“Finally, you’ve thought about it, don’t blame anyone after you’ve been plugged! You asked for it, don’t regret it!”

Removing his pants and shirt Iwata, “Matsuzaki you step aside, now the main event is coming up!”

“Matsuzaki! Would you please step aside?”

“The class president! For me, what kind of expression does the head of class look like at that kind of time, I’d love to hear about it and see it, I don’t get to enjoy it at the company, I can just make use of it now!”

Matsuzaki, who had finished speaking, sat down next to Kanako.

Fully naked, Iwata sits between Kanako’s legs and drags up Kanako’s chin.

“In a minute you’ll forget everything and be happy…”

After saying that, he pressed his lips on Kanako’s, but when she turned her head, Iwata, without forcing her, came at her with his tongue from behind her ear.

At this moment, Kanako, deeply felt by the caress of this sensation, and the unbearable angst was self-conscious.

Inch by inch, from Kanako’s breasts, her shoulders, her armpits, to the dantian, up to the stigma of the stamens in that garden.

No husband has ever done this between new marriages, not with this kind of passion, not with this kind of clinging.

Iwata’s hand touched the childlike bud-like nipple at the tip and mouthed her again, and Kanako’s whole body popped up considerably as if an electric current had been passed through it.

“Please don’t torture me anymore, please!”

In a drinking voice, Kanako begged!

“Come! Come! Please hurry, hold me!”

With this look, no longer dignified or prudent as a wife, Iwata, still stubborn, leaned his mouth to Kanako’s ear.

“Is that so? Ma’am, I just taught you that, and I forgot it again!”

In an instant, a light red coloring her entire face, Kanako immediately “Please stick it in me, yikes! Please, I want you to stick it in me!” The voice had screamed spasmodically.

“Wait, I’ll take you to Paradise now!”

Iwata’s calm tone; Iwata reveals that lower abdomen standing up black and shiny male root, a completely different feeling from in the office, at that time it was aggression, at this time it is already possession, seeing Kanako that kind of scenario, Matsuzaki’s jealousy is born.

Lowering his waist, Iwata probed that position before thrusting in and lifting upwards.

“Ah…”

Kanako couldn’t help herself, her voice leaking out of her mouth and her body writhing.

Once more into the virginal, pitifully lonely garden, there were small sobs leaking out, but the mucous membranes on the left and right were enjoying the nectarous sweetness of the water.

“You don’t know until you see it, you know until you actually do it!”

Iwata placed both elbows on either side of Kanako’s face as Iwata began a full-on rhythmic persuasion.

All of Kanako’s self-control and shame had been taken away, and the joy of her body and mind dissolving into one was mixed with a sweet cry that resounded from deep within her body.

In fact, an experience of such deep, poignant joy would be a first in Chanako’s case.

Certainly it was the power brought by the figure of Iwata, together with the anomaly of having her limbs bound and having her men watching beside her, all brought to Kannako an agitation of her faculties.

Iwata tried kissing her again and again, and Kanako was no longer avoiding it.

“Yeah! Come on! Please!”

This sound of excitement is the same as when Mr. is making love.

But at that moment, Iwata suddenly stopped.

“How, stay, will you ignore me!” Ambush looked at Kanako’s face and said.

For a moment Kanako’s moistened eyes crouched to her shoulders.

“Hey! Answer me!”

Kanako, who couldn’t stand the pain, frowned.

“What, no feelings for me at all? In that case, I won’t play!”

Said the man, as he prepared to stand up!

“Wait…wait!”

Kanako, whose body was already burning hot, screamed!

“It’s…it’s wonderful…it’s just…”

Kanako, who had blurted it out, gave herself a fright at the words that came out of her mouth, and wished there was a hole to jump down and hide in.

“How! That one’s better compared to Mr.!”

“No! No!”

Shivering voice, sideways!

“It’s time to forget what it’s like!”

After saying that, he took that nipple in his mouth and did it rhythmically.

“Ah! Ahh! So good!”

From Kanako’s mouth, sweet whispers slowly flowed out, at which point Iwata immediately stopped his rhythm.

“Nasty! Don’t stop!”

“That! You’re going to tell me which one is better, me or your husband!”

“It’s…”

Granted, being a wife and having three months of abstinence already is a bit long!

“Please! Don’t make this atmosphere weird!”

Wildly disheveled hair, a beautiful nose, facing over her shoulder and making warbling noises.

“Okay! You’re better!”

“Mrs.! This is the best!”

Iwata, who was dragging Kanako’s chin, pressed his lips against hers and sucked.

Under this rhythm, Iwata’s posture, which was not mechanical, was beneath him the white, lonely flesh of Kanako, tender and defenseless.

Finally! Iwata did indeed raise Kanako upward with a strong rhythm, and in this moment, his own body that couldn’t move, enjoyed that pleasurable pleasure, and his whole body was inured with a sense of pleasure and beauty!

“Ah! Ahh! I can’t take it anymore!”

Like the voice of a wild beast!

At the same time, red-hot, passionate bodily fluids, touch! ran inside Kanako’s womb with a single stroke!

(Husband! Please forgive me!)

Afterward! After a long time, Kanako was still immersed in the aftershocks of her faculties, but by the unexplained tears flowing through her nose.

“This way! It’s over.” Said the man, pulling out toilet paper and pressing it there as he did so.

“Ma’am! Yours is all wet too!”

Picking up the toilet paper, Iwata also wiped the flowery lips like shells.

Matsuzaki brought towels from the kitchen, and large instruments like syringes.

“Is this a good look?”

“Very good!”

Taking out the apparatus like a syringe, the remnants of the bottle looked inside and Iwata poured it into the face washer.

“What are you going to do?”

Kanako saw Matsuzaki’s face, and that smile, it was chilling.

“Hated it? This Matsuzaki guy, no matter what, must try again with you, ma’am!”

Picked up the syringe’s Shen intestinal apparatus and looked at it in front of his eyes.

“This! What is this?”

“Mr. Matsuzaki, could it be that you…”

“Hi! Hi! You’re tired, class president! Consider this a vitamin!”

Iwata and Matsuzaki opened Kanayo’s legs and inserted the nozzle of the tube into the anus between her asses.

“Ah!”

Kanako’s whole body stiffens up and Kanako shows her horror face! Matsuzaki remains relaxed as he slowly presses down the water in the tube!

Withdrawing the tube, Matsuzaki injected another hundred cc’s.

“Yikes! Don’t!”

A cry of sorrow escaped from Kanako’s mouth!

“This looks like it’s not enough, you can inject another hundred cc’s!”

“There!”

Matsuzaki thrust again, injecting all the remaining potion into Kanako’s body.

“Ah! Please spare me!”

“What does it feel like? Lesson leader, the first cleansing.”

After injecting about three hundred cc’s, Kanako’s face was already sweating!

“Please! Untie me, I need to use the restroom.”

“Can’t you tolerate it yet? It’s only just been injected!”

Matsuzaki slowly caresses Kana’s abdomen.

“I can’t help it anymore!”

“Want to go to the bathroom?”

Kanako nodded wordlessly.

“I’m sorry to say that unlike your home, the restroom is not indoors, but rest assured, we’ve already purchased a commode for you.” Finished speaking! Iwata walked out of the room.

Taking the commode out of the cabinet, the door opened and the woman in heavy makeup walked in.

“Hey! Doing what?”

Etsuko, Iwata’s mistress, looked at her.

“Who’s coming?”

While taking off her high heels, she looked at the floor to place Matsuzaki’s and Kanako’s shoes.

“Why are you back so early? Who’s working in that store?”

“So what! It’s not fun, so come back!”

The Pink Lounge was where Etsuko worked, and Iwata had sticker stuttering as he thought about Kanako lying in bed!

“Hey! So how are you going to explain to the manager that you left early?”

“Tell him I’m on my period! What are you guys doing sneaking around?”

“Hey! Wait!”

“You brought a woman back?” Etsuko glared at Iwata.

“Just kidding! This is my house!”

With that, he rushed towards the house.

“Wait…wait a minute! Etsuko!” The words came out too late!

“Ah! Mr. Matsudaira!”

Matsuzaki, who was waiting for Iwata to bring the commode, was also dumbfounded by this sudden event!

Kanako looked at the unfamiliar woman and for a split second asked, and the urge to urinate was all but gone.

“Hey! This woman, who is she?”

“Name’s Kanako Kurihara, she’s Matsuzaki’s section chief.”

“Please get out!”

“Hey! Who owns this place, please find out!”

Iwata took out the commode.

“Hey! Ma’am, this guy is here, you can rest easy.”

“Yikes! Can I have my shame, not in front of these people…”

“Mrs.! That’s what we want to abuse you for, if we leave the ropes open, then why did we work so hard to tie you up beforehand!”

Holding Kanako’s ass, he placed the commode underneath.

“This look is not going to work!”

“Is it not going to work? It doesn’t work if it stinks a little to the guy holding it, but it doesn’t work if it’s nice to the missus?”

“Please!” Kanako pleaded once more.

“Hey! The commode is under your ass!”

Etsuko was off to the side; the tips of her breasts had begun to move, and surprisingly, the light-colored nipples had changed color.

“Look at this woman, she’s been cleansed and her nipples are still engorged.”

“Please let me go to the bathroom!”

“I know! But who would want to hold the commode?”

“Ma’am, if you don’t choose, there’s going to be a fight later!”

Iwata thoroughly abused Kanako both physically and mentally!

“Think of something and tell us!”

For a split second, Judas hesitated.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, please!”

The most loathed person, but at the moment it was unconsciously called out.

“Class president! It’s an honor!”

Matsuzaki, who has an excited expression, holds the commode and places it under his cracked buttocks.

“Please, you’re welcome!”

But Kanako thought about the moment being seen by Etsuko’s while deepening her brows and clenching her teeth.

“Please guys, please go over there, please understand how I feel!”

“We have learned that there are not enough ordinary women to put up with this kind of big size by a man with a commode, let alone someone as noble as you, class president.”

“Ah! Mr. Matsuzaki please bring the commode closer, just a little closer! It’s coming out, it’s coming out!”

The potion overflowed as he finished speaking.

Matsuzaki cupped the commode and felt that heavy body fluid from the beauty section chief.

The moment the stuff mixed with the potion flowed out, the useless air leaked out.

Knock knock! Knock knock! The stuff that flows into the commode is like molten rock!

The three men on the sidelines, at this point, watched with bated breath at the overwhelming scene.

At this point, Kanako’s rationality, her self-control, attacked herself again and again, and at this point there was only the physical desire to excrete!

Yikes! It’s not just the extreme of defilement that this Kanako is after! It’s more the dizzying sense of liberation!

Finally finished defecating, Matsuzaki looked away!

“Look! See that? Pulled so much!”

“After all, it’s the same thing that beauty pulls out.”

Etsuko also changed her attitude at this point and smiled, “I like you a lot too, ma’am!” After saying that, she gave a gentle kiss on the face.

After applying her makeup, Kanako walked over to the mirror in her dorm room.

“Wear this to work tomorrow.”

Before they were to return yesterday, their orders, Iwata also prepared a short skirt for Kanako.

“I don’t suppose you have any mini-skirts, ma’am? I’ll lend you this skirt!”

Brought back a short red dress and it was a shock to see it today!

When Kanako wore it, she realized that it was actually thirty centimeters above her knees.

Kanako looked at herself in the mirror again and again.

From the hem of the skirt, the marble-like thighs were beautiful, and the inside of the leg from the knee up was solid and beautiful, without a single flaw present. Wearing a bright red skirt, it was a very young Kanako to say that she was a human wife.

After going out, the feeling is even more different, bright red super mini skirt, climbing stairs and slopes has been different, walking on an ordinary road, when the wind blows, the buttocks seem to be almost blown up.

Approaching the station, those white stocking-less legs drew sideways glances from passersby.

Kanako, who had always held her head up and taken big steps, was really afraid that people would look at her today, but luckily it was the first train and it was early in the morning and there weren’t many people.

If it’s the second bus, the squeeze is so long that your body can’t move.

Stand on the last platform before the trolley comes.

“Good morning! Chief!”

At the sound, the body shrank into a ball.

Matsuzaki stood next to Kanako.

“Don’t be so uncomfortable, isn’t that what was agreed upon?”

With that said, the tram had come into the station.

“Hey! Let’s go!”

Matsuzaki took Kanako’s hand in his wrist and stepped into the crowded tram.

That’s when those magic hands came back.

Kanako, who was made to stiffen her whole body, was groped by someone who started groping under her skirt that had no silk pike and no panties.

The man’s hand, as if he knew deep down that Kanako wouldn’t scream, dangly rolled up her skirt and plunged into her skirt.

Kanako was stunned, not obliged to be so silently insulted, and looking at Matsuzaki beside her, it wasn’t him.

Decision made, Kanako pressed the hand ready to scream.

“Don’t do something so humiliating!”

But before the words reached his throat, Iwata had already pressed down on Kanako’s hand.

“Ah! Ma’am, what a strange encounter!”

Said with a mean smile on his side. Once again, he plunged his hands into his skirt and stroked his buttocks without the slightest fear.

The other party was actually Iwata, and Kanako could only obediently give her body to the other party as if she were a featherless bird.

With his hands, Iwata ordered her to spread her legs wide so he could enter the narrower area.

Blushing, Kanako had to spread her slender legs wide.

“Ah!”

“Class president! What’s wrong with you!”

Matsuzaki looked at Kanako’s expression.

“N…no, nothing happened!”

The people around us were also thinking it was the shaking of the trolley.

While saying that, Matsuzaki’s hand also reached over and touched Kanako’s lower abdomen in a completely unguarded state.

All the skirts were rolled up, not only Matsuzaki and Iwata, but the very prey of the passengers next to them.

What was incredible at the moment was that Kanako’s bare lower limbs, that plump ass, already had five people eating her tofu.

(Ahh! (Aah! Please!) Kanako shouted in her mind.

“Ah! Ah!” Slowly, in a whisper.

Iwata’s fingers softly plunged deep into that bush, and for a moment, Kanako wondered if this was a dream.

Is it a real thing to have your buttocks groped and the depths of your garden disturbed in this tram?

What if there was pooping in the middle of a full house? Kanako floated back to yesterday.

“Class president! Get dressed!”

Holding Matsuzaki’s hand, he quickly rolled up his skirt as the passengers in front of him disembarked one after another.

In the meantime, go down the stairs!

“Mr. Matsuzaki, I’ll be in the dressing room for a moment!”

After saying that, he ran to the restroom of the station as if he used to escape.

Walking into the claims section of the insurance company, the members of the club who came to work focused their eyes on Kanako’s crimson ultra-mini skirt.

It’s really hard to believe that Kanako would wear such a mini-skirt and look out over her plump thighs.

“Class president! There’s something I want to tell you!”

Kanako walks to the innermost table, but Matsuzaki invites her to the parlor.

“How was this morning?”

“Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

“Ah! I had thought you’d like it, class president!”

Matsuzaki, who was oozing smiles, suddenly changed his tone to savage.

“This stuff, please take it and roll up your skirt!”

“This! What is this?”

“That super-mini skirt doesn’t have pants and was brought in especially for the class president.”

Kanako, who had rolled her skirt up, was startled to see what Matsuzaki was holding.

That’s a metallic chastity belt.

“You mean to tell me to take sides one!”

“Better than not wearing it, I guess! If you wear this, you can still avoid perverts!”

“First, face your hips that way!”

“What… what was that?”

“Don’t nag, use it, you’ll see!”

Hips up, the chastity belt was threaded to the waist and locked.

“Your defecation, class president, will be managed by us, if you need to pee, this small hole will work, if you need a larger size, then please let me know and I will unlock it!”

After speaking, he put the key in his pocket and walked out of the parlor.

Kanako was left alone, having forgotten whether she should cry or be angry, frozen in place!

That night, Kanako had a strange dream!

In her dream she was tied to a wooden bed, her limbs wide open.

And the place where it was, was the Turtle Rock for tonight’s welcome party. All the members of the club were drinking at her, all, without her presence in their eyes, singing karaoke one after another!

“Please, someone help me!”

No one paid any attention to her, and a few members of the community approached and looked at her with lustful eyes.

“A strip show for the head of the beauty class!”

One put his hand up her skirt. A look! It wasn’t Matsuzaki!

“Let go! Let go!”

“Come! Strip her naked!”

Matsuzaki’s instructions took off all of Kanako’s clothes.

Amidst the wailing Mr. Takemitsu came with a cigar in his mouth.

“Yikes! Save me Mr. Takemitsu!”

But Takemitsu only saw Kanako in a pair of bikini panties and said, “Strip it down!”

Shame made the whole body turn red, and tears moistened the eyelashes.

Mr. Takemitsu quietly smoked his cigarette.

“You’ve been a very competent class president, and this is a gift we’d like to give you, so please take it!” After saying that, he pressed the cigarette to that high beacon between Kanako’s legs.

“Yikes!”

The forest bush on the bee of the light screaming Kanako had burned up.

Several members of the club pinned her down, leaving Matsuzaki with that male root exposed, squirming back and forth on her.

“Yikes! Yikes!” Kanako just screamed.

“It’s a sex show for the head of the beauty class!”

“Yikes…”

After a loud scream, I opened my eyes and realized that my heart was beating fast, my whole body was soaked, and the slippery nectar was flowing from my lower body. I was ashamed, but at the same time, I felt puzzled that I would have such a dream, and it was the first time I had ever had such a dream related to sex.

Kanako stood up and headed for the bathroom, as if there was a sense of déjà vu from the love she had just had, the place looked like she had been there before.

(That’s right! It’s the place Mr. Matsuzaki brought me when I was drunk and sick!)

The kind of shame that comes with the realization, as if you wish it could have never happened.

Stripping off her clothes and turning on the faucet, Kanako rinsed down from the head down.

(Despite this, the alcohol-induced drowsiness won’t go away)

Just thinking back, I can’t believe I slept for thirty minutes when I normally wouldn’t be sleepy like this with an extra drink.

Later it seemed like Matsuzaki had helped her to rest, and now it was all in his head.

Clothes and underwear worn on the body just don’t feel right there!

Looking at the body in the mirror, marrying the self that was there at the beginning, like the bud that persisted, then bloomed, and is now becoming a ripe fruit.

(Though Monsieur is not as passionate as he was when we were newlyweds.) For the past three months, Monsieur has been away in Paris, and this ripe fruit will not be able to endure the loneliness of the empty room!

Kanako held her breasts upwards with both hands, yikes! She rubbed her breasts, then held her nipples with her index and middle fingers and turned them back and forth, doing as Mr.

“Yikes! Yikes!”

The breasts rubbed interactively.

When the day finally came, a letter was stuck on the door with “Kanako Kurihara” written on it, and there was no stamp or address on it, so who was it from?

The photos that came out were actually the kind of photos of men and women having sex, and they were too dirty to hold in my hand, and I was about to throw them away when the face of the woman in the first photo…

At this moment as if she was slapped in the face, Kanako fell on the sofa, could it be that someone got someone who looks like me to take the picture? But the clothes I wore in the photo were the ones I wore yesterday!

Look again, the room in that photo is that cooking place!

(That! The dream is real now!) The photo shows Kanako, her right hand rubbing her breasts and her left hand caressing the depths between those legs.

Excited, she moved on to the second one, legs spread wide, those flowery lips photographed as if they were split.

Ahh! There was actually an unknown man holding her, and her hand was actually holding the hard, straight male root, and she was paralyzed at this point!

I’m in a daze! The phone rings.

“Hello! Kurihara’s house, looking for that one?”

“Hello! Is that Mrs.?”

It’s rare to hear someone speak so unreasonably.

“Well, how are you?”

“Excuse me, may I ask who you are?”

“Hi! Hi! How do you feel when you look at it? We take the best pictures, don’t we?”

“Hey! Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the one who takes your picture, and the one who talks to you on the phone!”

“Why are you doing this?”

“There’s a lot of reasons for that! It’s just nice to hug a body like yours again!”

“How much are you selling those pictures for anyway?”

“We’ll talk about it when we meet then! But when you go out, wear shorter skirts!”

“What?”

“If not so, I’ll have a dozen extra copies of the same picture shuffled and sent to the office and your neighbors!”

There was nothing Kanako could do about that threatening tone!

Luckily! Mini skirts are back in fashion. Wearing a light blue mini-skirt, although it is a mini-skirt, it is only ten centimeters above the knee.

This morning’s footsteps to work, especially heavy, to the office to transfer three times to the tram, the second transfer, very crowded (that man, who the hell?) At the same time, Kanako also thought (Yikes! Is it the man who took the picture with me?) Thinking of this, Kanako’s mind was in turmoil, a wave of chicken skin, a wave of vomiting!

When I transferred to the third car again, I was surprised to find myself on the platform in the same car as Matsuzaki.

“Is the hangover any better?”

“Okay! Thank you!”

Kanako smiled a forced smile.

Getting on the bus, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Matsuzaki, who had the news under his armpits, the already crowded car came in a bunch more at the next stop.

Luckily, Kanako had Matsuzaki’s protection and was squeezed into a corner of the car, also standing in a straight line with Matsuzaki, with a handrail pulling her hand.

Walking alongside the tram Matsuzaki whispered, “Chief! I can come on this train every day too!”

The premium class is different from other classes in that there are no certain hours of work.

The tram had been running for about a minute when someone made a move to touch her ass and Kanako’s whole body hardened!

“Stop!”

The situation this morning was not even favorable to Kanako, catching a class that crowded, pulling on the armrest with one hand and holding the envelope with the other.

And now that she’s met a pervert, it would be humiliating to let Matsuzaki, who has always looked at her with a lustful eye when she works at the company, know about this kind of thing.

Seeing that Kanako didn’t resist, the man got bolder and bolder, stroking her buttocks with his hands.

“Ah!”

Almost moaned!

The pervert rolled up the skirt with his hand and caressed it directly over the exposed thigh.

As if convinced that Kanako wouldn’t return the favor, the pervert went so far as to pull down her panties.

“Ah!”

After pulling down her panties, the man inserted his large thumb into her depths.

“What’s wrong with you, class president!”

“Nope! I’m okay!”

At that moment the man’s hand was caressing petal by petal between her flowery lips, and Kanako’s whole body was hot and her hands were sweating.

“Can you be hot, class president? It’s red all over your face!”

“Yeah! It’s a little hot!”

The finger, at the moment, twisted without consideration in the flesh deep within the lips of the flower, and this went on for about fifteen minutes.

Finally the station arrived and everyone got off one by one before the man took his finger away.

The panties, already halfway down, were threatening to slip away at any moment!

Walk to the ticket clippers.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, I’m going to the restroom for a moment, so go ahead!”

“It’s okay, I’m here for you!”

“That’s okay, please go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” As he finished speaking, he used the envelope to hold down his nearly falling flesh pants and ran quickly to the restroom.

Insurance Department, Benefits Division 2, is commonly known as the Claims Investigator.

When there is a claim request, it goes through this procedure.

Lesson one is the acceptance of applications from insurance contractors and lesson two is the actual investigation.

Before the lunch break, having finished her meeting with the first class, Kanako was about to return to her seat.

“Chief, there’s a visitor for you!”

“Is that the one?”

“He said he had an appointment with the head of the class today, and he’s in the parlor now!”

“Okay!”

Walking into the parlor, there was a man with his back to her.

“I’ve kept you waiting!”

Once the door was shut, the man dropped his head and smiled!

“I’m sorry, are you the one?”

“Yikes! You forgot, you just called this morning!”

“Ah!”

Kanako was dumbfounded, but that voice, that face I’ll never be able to forget.

“Don’t be so surprised! I mentioned on the phone that I’d be meeting you today!”

“Ma’am, your skin is really great, really into hot women!”

Kanako was stunned again!

“Yikes! You were on the tram…”

“Hey! Hey! You finally figured it out, and the fact that you were able to wear a miniskirt as promised makes it a lot easier for me as well! My name is Iwata, so please teach me more!”

Pick up one of the cigarettes on the table!

“Fire!” Iwata said again and again, while Kanako just stood frozen in shocked overload.

“Fire! Mrs.!”

Kanako, who was called, picked up the lighter on the table and prepared to light a cigarette.

At this point, without thinking, Iwata slipped his hand into her skirt and groped her ass again.

“Stop!”

“Don’t yell so loud!”

“If you want to get back what I have, be honest and obey me.”

From his suit pocket, Iwata pulled out bunches of negatives and photographs.

“We’ll talk about this kind of thing outside the office, it’s almost lunch break!”

“There’s no need for that, old me I want to talk here!”

“How much would it take for you to be willing to sell something like this?”

“Haven’t decided yet, still have to discuss it with my companion.”

(There are other people who have seen these photos!)

“But we figured that the photos were in exchange for money, and the negatives would be in exchange for your body.”

“But…but I’m already married!”

“But your husband is on the other side of the sea, letting other men have a good time once or twice, and it’s sad that you haven’t let a man hold you in three months, ma’am…”

“No! No such thing!”

“Ha! Ha! What a saintly woman! Please think quietly, if I show these photos to your company and neighbors, you won’t be able to stay in the company, and you won’t be able to stay in your home, and if Mr. sees his wife being so indiscreet, it’s up to you to decide what to do about all these consequences!”

When he finished, he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray.

“Hey! Just obey us! This way, and keep your family, and now your position, if you’re in favor of it, and to prove your approval, roll up your skirt, or I’ll be distributing these pictures to your coworkers when I leave!”

After saying that, he headed towards the entrance and his hand also turned the door handle to be opened.

“Wait a minute! Just what you said!”

Iwata sat down, and Kanako, with her back to him, had rolled up her light blue skirt.

As the skirt got shorter, those legs were exposed.

“Take off your stockings!”

“That’s fine! OK?”

“Just do as I say and take off whatever I say.”

The interaction took the stilettos off and then the stockings!

“Next! Take it all off!”

“Wh…what?”

“Don’t worry! I’m not trying to hold you here, I just want to see your beautiful naked body once again.”

Kanako was humiliated and exposed herself inside the parlor, while her colleagues were working outside the door.

“Don’t procrastinate! Get naked faster!”

(Thinking in my mind I wonder what this man would do if he got angry?) Kanako obediently took off her blouse.

Iwata lit a second cigarette.

“Let me see your breasts.”

Kanako squeezed her eyes shut as she unbuttoned her bra and slid the garter down by her shoulders.

Seeing those breasts again, those nipples were so young and pink.

Hands clasped around her breasts as she thought about how to hide him.

“Ma’am, there’s one more, isn’t there!”

“That’s fine! Please!”

“If you don’t take it off, I’ll do it for you.”

After speaking, he reached over to remove her panties.

“No need! I’ll do it myself.”

To remove her panties in the company parlor.

“Let your hands go so I can get a better look.”

With one hand blocking her breasts and the other blocking her lower pussy, she had to place her hands on either side of her body.

“What a beautiful body, you won’t complain, ma’am!”

For a split second, Kanako covered her self-same face.

“All right! There! Ma’am you’re doing fine.”

Iwata got up from the couch and put his hand on Kanako’s shoulder.

“That’s enough for today, from now on just do what we said we would do, and we won’t show the pictures to anyone else.”

“Put your clothes on early! You don’t want your men to see you like this! And this is a souvenir for me!”

Casually, he took the pair of panties and put them in his pocket.

“Goodbye!”

Shocked, Kanako stood frozen, putting her clothes back on.

When Kanako stepped out of the parlor, at her table, Matsuzaki was already calling out to her.

“Chief, there’s a new investigation case to look into here.”

Inside the office, there were only two or three people left, and the others had gone out.

“What was the case?”

The book class for the survey is on the table.

“It was supposed to be an event I was responsible for.”

As he spoke, Matsuzaki slipped his hand into Kanako’s miniskirt, which of course had nothing on.

“What are you doing?”

I was about to slap him when a picture appeared on the profile.

Naked pictures of herself, Kanako’s eyes went black.

Matsuzaki looked at Kanako happily, continuing the conversation within the profile, and under the table his hands were groping Kanako’s buttocks unabashedly.

Chapter 3: The Pleasures of Sexuality

How a week goes by…

Kanako Kurihara, as usual, with her purse slung over her shoulder, holding a book-type messenger bag in one hand and grasping the hanging leather handrail with the other.

The car was still full and empty after the change, and after the second stop, the car slowly got crowded.

After a while, this would have been hell for Kanako if it weren’t for the cold air!

That day, Kanako was wearing a black linen top, except that the bottom half of her body seemed to be much cooler compared to the top!

Although mini-skirts are popular this year, such a bold mini-skirt may only just cover your butt if you grab the handles again during the squeeze time.

“Class president, here’s a gift for you, thank you for entertaining us every day!”

The one who spoke this was the one who gave Kanako this hemp blouse yesterday, and that short skirt must have been thirty centimeters above the knee.

“This way, it won’t hide your beautiful legs, class president!” The nerves behind Kanako’s nervousness were focused on her lower limbs, and every morning this week, Matsuzaki and Iwata, Kanako was bound to be their prey in a game of lechery.

Why haven’t they put their hands in their skirts today?

The two of them were on the bus together and were standing behind me correctly.

(What the hell is going on?)

Shidi didn’t do anything, but rather made Kanako feel strange!

But thinking about it in the face of these two cunning and lowly men began to grow unsettling, and at the same time made Kanako nervous.

The tram passed from stop to stop, and the duo’s hands had yet to touch Kanako’s ass.

Suddenly, there was a man’s hand in the ultra-mini skirt.

Her whole body tensed up, and a graceful blush spread across Kanako’s face.

Matsuzaki and Iwata’s hands look like bold hands moving someone else’s wife’s hips.

Kanako’s beautiful eyes gazed out the window, but her heart was wolfish.

By this time, the distaste of having my buttocks groped was gone, and I didn’t care that there were a few fingers wandering around them!

This week, the third sex tape, suddenly sprouted.

The men’s hands, as soon as they came in deeper, Kanako spread her slender white legs apart on her own.

The man’s fingers touched that private part again, rubbing and pressing…

Kanako’s body had the kind of pleasure that a full body cape rubbed in general.

As if waiting for this caress, nectar flowed from Kanako’s bush.

“Ah! Aah!”

All around her, peering at her.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Posting next to an older gentleman, he looked at Kanako with a worried look.

“N…no, nothing!”

“But look at you in a cold sweat!”

“No, it really doesn’t matter, it’s at the next stop.”

The tram is pulling up to the station, and as soon as it slows down, the caressing hand, will surely stop immediately.

When the car pulled up and the doors opened, Kanako got off with the crowd, usually getting off as if Matsuzaki and Iwata were unknown, and Kanako was in a hurry to get to the restroom.

But today, as soon as they got off the train, the duo stood next to Kanako, descending the station’s stairs and walking toward the ticket cutout.

“Hey! Going to the bathroom again?”

The two interacted glances.

“It was time for a change of interest this morning!”

“But there’s a little pain in my stomach.”

“You should know why we put a lock on your ass!”

Walked out of the ticket cutout and brought Kanako up to the cutout.

“Goodbye, I’m done here.”

When they got to the intersection, Iwata finished and left, and at this point Kanako, with her super-mini skirt and no pantyhose, stood out.

For Kanako, the unbearable shame of this short, tight skirt that wrapped around her hips and exposed those thighs was added to the suppression of her poop.

“Class president! The light’s green!”

Without realizing it the signal changed and people walked across the street all around.

Inch by inch, Kanako…

“Please, Matsuzaki my stomach is killing me!”

Matsuzaki’s face was cold, all but ignoring Kanako’s pleas.

“What’s the matter, can’t you walk with your head held high?”

Haha! Looking at Kanako who was inching forward, a cold smile appeared.

When they got to the office, they started working, but Kanako couldn’t keep quiet.

As a result, it’s impossible to go to the bathroom.

Incredibly, when I got off the tram and arrived at the Claims Section office, the abdominal pain was excruciating, pang after pang.

Kanako couldn’t settle down for the first time.

“Later, if Iwata comes to the office, invite him to the parlor.”

“Chief of class! Here are the results of this investigation.”

Pretend to discuss things and pass over a note pad.

On the paper were the words “Take off your skirt.”

As Kanako looked on in disbelief, Matsuzaki wrote “Take it off here”.

“How about! Lesson Leader, I absolutely demanded this look!”

Seven, eight investigators in the office, they all heard what Matsuzaki said.

Staying for a while, dumbfounded, Kanako said in a tiny voice, “I know, just do it!”

Side by side, peeking at the other Duchess, she floated her hips up and slowly removed her skirt from under the chair.

With the miniskirt halfway down her thighs, she said, “Is it okay if it looks like this?”

“That’s it, don’t move!” After saying that, he went back to his seat.

Kanako’s face was flushed, only her expression pretending to be calm, writing a book class, but her lower half was ripe and naked.

“Chief of class! There’s a meeting.”

The women’s social worker woke up Kanako, who hurriedly moved her body under the table.

“What about… that one?”

“The man called Iwata.”

“Then invite him to the parlor, and I’ll be right there.”

“Yes!”

After the social worker left, after putting on her miniskirt, Kanako, while paying attention to the hem of her skirt, walked towards the parlor, at that time, Matsuzaki was smoking a cigarette, and then, the female doorman who was holding the tea walked in, and then went out, and after a while, the door opened. , Kanako showed her face.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, please take some information and come in for a moment.”

“Good! Get right over there.”

Putting out his cigarette, he walked towards the parlor.

After opening the door and walking in, he stood frozen for a moment.

Inside the parlor only Iwata stood with his back to the door, but no sign of Kanako could be seen, and Iwata, who was smoking a cigarette, turned back to the room.

“Hey! What do you want?” After saying that, he gazed between the eyes.

(hard to believe)

Matsuzaki went to the back of the couch, where Kanako was before Iwata’s body.

However, Kanako’s lips, which were coated with beautiful lipstick, were holding something huge from Iwata.

When Kanako realized Matsuzaki, she hurriedly spat that out and turned her face to the side.

Iwata grabbed Kanako’s hair and pressed it against the thing again.

“Hey! It’s not over yet!”

It was useless to resist any longer, and Kanako, who had her eyes tightly closed, stuck out her tongue.

“Watch!” Iwata, who was exhaling smoke, said.

“This week, work on your tongue.”

Kanako’s tongue, licking the tip of that male root, sucking it up and down.

“Hey! Today is not the day for that.” Matsuzaki interjected.

“Right! Ma’am, it’s done, and the continuation depends on this evening.”

Iwata pushed Kanako away, the prepared bag on the table, and unzipped it.

“Ma’am, take your clothes off.”

Kanako, who heard this, clasped her breasts in her hands and took several steps backward.

“What’s the matter, are you still embarrassed by now? The more cooperative you are, the more time you’ll save, so the other members of the club won’t be suspicious.”

Speaking of Matsuzaki, Iwata lined up some strange paraphernalia one way or another.

Kanako had to once again, in front of the two of them, take off her short skirt.

Blouse off, bra off, all that was left was the mini-skirt, ripe with breasts that still could not be hidden with both hands clasped around them. As the skirt slid, only the line of those feet were visible, and the chastity belt, left only metal on the plump waist, oozed white marbled skin.

“Hey! Ma’am, come over here!”

Iwata used a thin plastic tube and showed it to Kanako.

“What, what do you want to do again?” Kanako asked uneasily.

“Well, you just have to do what you’re told.”

The chastity belt was unlocked with a key, and Kanako’s beautifully naked body was made to lie on the table.

“Ma’am, you’re very sensitive about cleansing, this is.”

As the implement dangled in front of Kanako’s eyes, Kanako revealed a deep frown.

“What, to do that in this place?”

“Of course, waiting for the end of the shift would be fine, but then maybe you wouldn’t feel comfortable with that, ma’am.”

As Iwata said, although the urge to poop has disappeared, the constipation that had built up in my body was really unpleasant.

“Then! Begin!”

Iwata prodded Matsuzaki, removed the chastity belt, and took the ointment to the surface of the tube.

Matsuzaki faced Iwata.

“Lesson leader, it may not be necessary to apply this ointment again.”

When he finished, he pulled his inserted finger out first, and there was mucus attached to it.

“We worked so hard to condition a human wife like you, ma’am, that these are what you should give us.”

“How’s it going! Chief of class!” Matsuzaki, who was grabbing Kanako’s hair, said to her with a mocking face.

“What’s it like to get your ass washed in the office, naked and bullied?”

Kanako gritted her teeth, her face facing the other way, her hand thrusting into her hair as her head was shaken intensely.

“Say something! Hello! Beauty class president.”

“Beg…nasty…”

The shaking voice could only look askance at the other man.

“Be what you will!”

Like a little flowery mouth chestnut moved.

Matsuzaki showed those white rows of teeth.

“Of course, I won’t be polite if I have to get you how I want, and will the class grow to regret being born as a beauty, born as a talented woman, born as a woman’s heart?”

Matsuzaki’s hand let go of the hair, then Iwata’s hand pressed against the spot.

Kanako let out a gasp like a long sigh from her mouth, rubbing and kneading that spot, it was as if a different kind of fire burned inside Kanako’s body, a sensation that was nevertheless accompanied by a sweet and dense flavor.

The plastic tube wrapped around like a snake and the potion inside the glass bottle slowly diminished.

“Ah! Aah!”

“Hey! How’s it going? This method should be perfect for a wife who likes to wash her bowels!”

“Uh-huh! Uhh! Will it please end?”

The non-stop water flowed all the way into Kanako’s white ass.

As the potion was poured in, the height of Kanako’s ass was raised from thirty, forty to fifty centimeters.

But by this point the pressure had also increased, and the potion in the bottle was running down into the depths of the bowels of this completely naked beauty of a class president.

“Ah! Don’t, ah! Aah!”

Her hair swayed softly around her shoulders, but Kanako could do nothing about it, while cold, copious amounts of water ran down her stomach like a stampede.

“How’s it going! What do you think, class president?”

Matsuzaki lifted Kanako’s reddened face up.

Tears seeped into his dark, icy eyes, and his nose sniffled.

Probably put all five hundred cc’s into it, freeing Kanako from the hell of colon cleansing.

“Surprisingly, five hundred cc’s all injected, Mrs. has a good belly!”

“Then we’ll look forward to the next 1,000 CC!”

“Yikes! Please spare me!”

Kanako shook her head frantically, sadly showing that the urge to poop when she wanted to go to the restroom at work was now surging again because of the multiple doses of the potion.

“Please, I need to go to the bathroom!”

Soon it was this knowing beauty, the oozing sweaty face pleading.

With an impish grin, Iwata pulled a large plastic bag out of his pouch.

“Hey! It’s right here!”

“……”

For a split second, Iwata’s intentions struck Kanako as odd, and she just stared blankly at the plastic bag.

(Is it, really…) Or are they really trying me?

“What… what are you guys talking about?”

“For someone with such a good brain like you, there seems to be no need for further clarification.”

“Whether you want to use this plastic bag or not is your freedom, courser.”

After the two finished, they looked at Kanako, who was sitting on the table in a state of disarray, with a sneer.

“So above shame, don’t do it again.”

“But it’s not like there’s anything to replace the commode, so are you going to go to the bathroom naked?”

In fact, if you get dressed now and go to the bathroom, it’s too late.

Clutching the plastic bag tightly in her hand, she looked back at the parlor for a moment, and when the urge to poop came back, Kanako walked to a corner of the room.

Then squat down and put the bag in his hand, touching his ass.

“Ah! Ahh! Stay back!”

Those two approached and looked around at Kanako whose face was bent in expression.

“How’s that, class president, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been big in front of us, and big in a plastic bag doesn’t stink!”

As Matsuzaki spoke, he saw Kanako’s arousing behind and brushed his hand over it again.

“Hey! Don’t touch me!”

Inadvertently, the naked body that was as smooth as marble shivered all over.

“Done leaking are we?”

It ended with a sigh while all the potion flowed out.

But, immediately tie the bag tightly.

“It’s out, the Beauty Section Chief’s king-sized turd.”

“What a beauty, and the shape of the poop is nice and cute.”

Matsuzaki and Iwata laughed as if they were watching.

After defecating, Iwata brought toilet paper.

“Get comfortable! Rub it with this!”

“Wait! Wait, here we go again!”

Side by side, that white ass showed, thump thump thump…and dipped again.

“Clean and sloppy, with all the old poop draining out.”

Finally done venting, Iwata and Matsuzaki want to take away what’s between Kanako’s feet.

“What are you still touching, it’s time to put your clothes back on or the members of the next department will think it’s strange!”

Matsuzaki put his hand on his shoulder while Kanako shook her body with a low sob.

“Please let go of me, it has nothing to do with me!”

The shaking voice screamed.

Not knowing what to make of his expression, Matsuzaki looked at Iwata.

（Let me do it.)

Hinting with his eyes, he picked up his clothes and walked towards Kanako.

“Oh! Ma’am, if you don’t bear with me now, all your efforts up to now will be in vain because of a momentary impulse. If you are so fond of your husband, if you are strong at this time, will you not spoil the whole situation? You are a man of good brain, ma’am; you should know these weights.”

Unimaginably, Kanako dutifully, obeying what Iwata said, slowly got dressed.

（He’s got a way with women.)

It’s better to hear a hundred times than to see, so it’s going to be so and so, Matsuzaki thought so at this moment.

Iwata tied the plastic bag with a rubber band.

“It won’t do to hold it like that, put it in here!”

Kanako, who had finished dressing, took the paper bag, only to realize it was heavy.

It wouldn’t be a good idea if it should fall, and Kanako discreetly held on with both hands.

“Goodbye, we’ll warm up again tonight when we come to the apartment!”

With a final triumphant smile and a grope of Kanako’s super-mini skirt-covered buttocks, Iwata tidied up the parlor a little more before leaving.

Then Matsuzaki stepped out of the door, after which Kanako followed, when a male investigator approached Kanako.

“Chief, the incident that was to be investigated has had unbelievable results this morning.”

The investigator’s eyes, noticed the paper bag in Kanako’s hand.

“You can just leave this matter to the Specialist, so please wait a moment.”

Kanako rushed out of the office to the restroom as if she were running for her life.

In the toilet, pour your own excrement into the toilet bowl, that excrement is really more than the usual amount.

The week afterward, the reproaches that came from them were more different than ever.

The cleansing up to this point, no more getting it.

Instead, the original lecherous behavior of reaching into the super-mini-skirt, panty-less, stocking-less ass on the tram to work, making a momentary, unceasing caress in those depths.

I would always put the peg on before getting off the bus, and I would repeat this every day, so that spot was slowly getting fatter.

Carried at the office, still the same chastity belt from Matsuzaki, was nestled around a mature waist, so unchanged through the day’s shift.

And then there must be once a day with Matsuzaki and Iwata to love them with their mouths and to suck the sap of their inferior love, which is as it were obligatory.

It’s painful to use thinking as if you’re acting as if you’re in a play and turn it into actual behavior.

Matsuzaki had been longing for Kanako for a long time, for her sweet lips, her silky skin, the pleasure she felt when she ran her tongue over them.

It usually took an average of an hour to fire, but at the moment it was exercised with the skillful technique of a man’s wife, with a tongue full of desire.

Using oral sex along with that motorized penis makes the whole beginning and end even better.

And the drinking of both men’s semen, the twice-a-day sex, continued.

For half a month in a row, it was not difficult for Kanako to notice the changes that had occurred in Self’s flesh.

Twice a day, reaching for female delight was more than enough and over-sexualized for the up-to-date Kanako.

But before and after Matsuzaki and Iwata’s abuse, Kanako’s body was just like any other woman’s, and all of her faculties would blossom as if they were unimaginable.

With two orgasms a day, the mature wife had become unsatisfied with the electric penis.

The only thing that Kanako actually felt while the electric cock was moving was the pleasure of that tongue and lips.

Matsudou and Iwata were as usual, but Kanako couldn’t open her mouth, and of course being a human wife, Kanako certainly didn’t have the license to say this.

Kanako tried, only waiting for Matsuzaki and the others to understand that only the oral cavity, that was not enough.

The two, day after day, repeat the sinful behavior.

With Matsuzaki, the results only lasted for thirty minutes now, and for that reason, Kanako used her tongue, teasing twice and three times during the offering.

In addition, Kanako’s pent up and pent up orgasms from the electric cock had turned into chronic lustful dissatisfaction.

Because of this, Kanako had become more and more passionate about using her tongue in ways that had turned into greed.

Matsuzaki and the others began a new phase of conditioning, at this point only the second week of that beginning.

That day, as usual, I took the morning train, and Matsuzaki got on after unlocking it.

As the tram started to start, Matsuzaki, standing on the side, touched Kanako’s ass.

(Ah!)

Kanako’s beautiful eyelashes were closed, and a light sigh warped through her chest; she had been lonely all night after drinking her semen and putting on her chastity belt yesterday.

It was Self’s subordinate, and such a despicable man, but the craving of the flesh in this instant was something Kanako couldn’t deny.

This ultra-mini skirt, which is only thirty-five centimeters above the knee when worn with a jacket, is very daring.

But what Matsuzaki and the others had ordered was thirty centimeters above the knee, shorter than their instructions, but it was Kanako herself who had chosen the daringly hot mini-skirt that wrapped only around her buttocks.

Would dress so boldly to tease Matsuzaki and the others, with their ravenous love for their asses, they would surely come over, Kanako had this thought.

First stroking over the skirt, then reaching inside, complete with caresses.

Kanako swallowed her breath and waited for Matsuzaki’s caresses.

But Matsuzaki wasn’t quick to reach out with an anxious hand.

Kanako was feeling surprised when she turned her head to look at Matsuzaki, who, with his hand on the handlebar, floated a horny smile the moment his eyes met Kanako’s.

Kanako realized that her thoughts were being seen through and turned around, suddenly feeling very ashamed about not wearing stockings in the middle of the tram and exposing her entire buttocks.

When the buttocks were touched, it was minutes later.

“Woo!”

Kanako let out a moan, something Kanako hadn’t done so before, but after being conditioned by the Matsuzaki’s, Kanako’s hips were, well, more sensitive than normal.

But this hand was reaching to the other side, and immediately felt that Iwata was also in the car. More than a month and days of caressing, Kanako already knew who touched it!

But it was the first time since the Matsuzaki guys touched their buttocks that they were in a situation like today’s.

In the past, Kanako’s words were evasive and defiant. But now, she’s on the train in a mini-skirt.

A blush appeared on Kanako’s face as the man’s hand was about ninety centimeters long, more than adequate for caressing his man-wife’s ripe ass, while his fingers penetrated the dense emptiness of that bush.

Kanako’s whole body stiffened, but the key didn’t turn on, Kanako was very desperate, a darkness unfolded before her eyes, and just as the man’s finger stopped there, the foreign object was turned on, finally disarming the alarm, and that finger went deeper inside.

Kanako’s five senses, at this point, went into an otherworldly red heat, as if they were about to burn.

As shocked as being locked in a soul, another man’s hand came from the lower abdomen, coming from the back in an unguarded manner, and Kanako couldn’t resist, but only allowed the man’s hand to enter.

The same hand that was on Kanako’s unclothed panties, flirted with her without scruples.

(Woah!)

Kanako’s waist warred with an expression like she was on the verge of tears.

It’s not that she longs for a man’s finger, but she feels that there is no way to refuse, but the body of Kanako, which is becoming more and more insatiable every day, is unable to resist the strange teasing of the men.

Kanako’s body, squirting hot flower fluids, while the man’s fingers circled those depths and the other man pumped back and forth, deep within the cleft of that bud.

Kanako gripped the leather armrests tightly, unable to catch her breath, her face blocked by her hair hanging down, and contrary to usual, as overwhelmed as the average office worker.

Kanako’s breathing was getting more and more disorganized, and incredibly, at that time of pumping, the flesh of Kanako’s whole body was as pleasurable as if it was being rubbed.

Even the roots of her ears turned red, Kanako, under the attack of the men, the man whose fingers were pumping at the lips of the flower, and the man whose one finger was pumping at the hot moist and wet mucous membrane!

(Ahh! It’s so good, it’s so good!)

When she arrived at the office, although she was sitting in her own seat, Kanako looked at Matsuzaki, who was sitting by the window.

There is some sweet pain in the lower half of the super mini, sitting in the chair.

It had always been, as soon as Matsuzaki let go, the feeling of sexual desire was gone, but today was different.

And also began to look forward to the parlor sex that took place every morning.

But, as of this morning, Matsuzaki still hasn’t made a move.

After thirty minutes, Matsuzaki stood up and walked towards Kanako.

Kanako pressed on, her inner heart beating fast and trying to act calm and fine as she looked at the information on her desk.

“Chief, I’m going out to steel-check the insurance affairs of Building A.”

“Whoa! Me! I know.”

Kanako desperately tried to hide herself from Matsuzaki.

“Wait…wait, I have something to ask you!”

Standing up, he walked towards the parlor.

Matsuzaki closed the door to the parlor and saw Kanako walking around the room.

“Today, uh! Not like before?”

“Like old times what?”

“The decision was made wasn’t it?”

Kanako stammered out.

“Ah! That? It’s already over, there’s still a month until the chief’s husband comes back, so it’s not a good idea not to finish it now!”

“Wow! I see.”

Kanako’s eyes became deep and sullen.

“So! Is there anything else of importance?”

“No!”

Matsuzaki then turned toward the door.

“Wait, please wait for me.”

“Are all these practices going to stop?” A voice like a sob.

“What are these practices, what practices?”

Matsuzaki walked up to Kanako and stared at Kanako, who was a wife.

“I’m very fond of the head of the class, isn’t that the way it works?”

As he did so, he lifted up his super-mini skirt and aimed the front tang at the roots of his legs.

“Ah…do…sh…”

The body shuddered, and Kanako’s ripe waist had allowed Matsuzaki to rock back and forth without consideration.

“Won’t say nasty again from now on! You got out of the car just now, and it’s only been a short time since you’ve been in this office, and you’re having such a hard time holding it down too?”

“Uh-huh!”

Kanako blushed, her face drooping slightly, in fact this rude and sickly caress, if lost, Kanako would be at a loss all of a sudden.

“I’m such a person that the excellent head of the class would be so fond of intercourse, I never thought in a million years!”

“I’ll be like this, and it’s all because of you.”

Matsuzaki rolled up the super mini skirt with his fingers.

“Class president, now you’re cool!”

“It’s…”

Kanako, who was usually efficient and capable, was now like a teacher lecturing a schoolgirl who had done something wrong.

While doing so, Matsuzaki pulled down the front zipper of his pants.

“You like this guy, like a lot, don’t you?”

Seeing that straight male root, Kanako looked at it woefully, instead unable to say half a word, only to feel the blood in her whole body leaping up.

No…but the words got to my throat and I couldn’t get them out.

“Or are you sick of it, nothing new?”

Matsuzaki pressed that back into his pants.

“Don’t! Mr. Matsuzaki.”

Having forgotten that her name was Kanako, her legs slowly fell to her knees and her hands reached out to Matsuzaki.

“Wait, that’s it.”

Kanako held Matsuzaki’s hand and slowly stroked her cheek.

“By the way, if I had done that to you two months ago, I might have gotten an immediate dismissal, now why don’t I just cut this guy off.”

These words were a deliberate blow, and Kanako, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, squeezed her eyelids shut and stroked her cheeks.

Locking her eyebrows tightly and letting out a moaning sound, Kanako showed an expression of impatience, her whole body was angsty and slowly flushed with red.

“Say something! Class president.”

“……”

Kanako bit her lip at the fact that she had become lewd.

“Answer it!”

Matsuzaki shouted loudly, turning his waist in a circular motion.

“Please don’t do this to me!” Kanako screamed so with tears floating in her eyes.

At this moment, Matsuzaki had the attitude as if she was Kanako’s superior, looking at her with cold eyes.

Instantly, Kanako’s expression was crooked and her voice warbled.

“I want…I want oral sex…oral sex…Mr. Matsuzaki!”

After saying that, Kanako was shocked at what she said, and at the same time, her body and mind were as if she had stepped into a different world, and it was as if Kanako wasn’t speaking on her own.

On the other hand, Matsuzaki also reveled in the sense of conquest, still holding resentment and jealousy towards Kanako while imagining embracing her.

Another blowjob again.

“Lesson Leader, I’ll penalize you for not being honest and not being allowed to use your hands.”

Matsuzaki Yamanaka commanded as his abusive heart flared.

Kanako, who was stroking Matsuzaki’s buttocks with both hands, suppressed her fire-breathing lust side by side, first pressing her lips into the tip of that male root.

With the tip half covered by foreskin, Kanako tilted her head and used her lips to dislodge the skin, pushing it downward to reveal the glans.

After peeling it off, her eyes caught sight of the tip, and all of a sudden Kanako’s emotions became high and shaky.

“What’s up! Class president, didn’t you have enough fun on the tram this morning? You have to work hard and hard to do your job too, or you don’t get compliments, by the way! Now use your best ball-bumping blowjob!”

Locking her eyebrows together, Kanako licked the tip of her outstretched tongue into that ball, taking one bite at a time as if until she was going to smooth out the crepe.

Matsuzaki kept ordering her to start all over again, from ball to root, from manhood to tip section, saliva flowing all over the manhood, the blowjob took about thirty minutes before and after.

Following the order, Kanako uses this blazing tongue, and Kanako’s own sensuality burns abnormally.

Matsuzaki straightened his back.

“It’s all oral sex, and you’re sexually aroused, class president, so why don’t you just get naked!”

Obediently, without thinking, Kanako took off her jacket and shirt and tossed them aside; to be naked at this point was no longer a difficult task.

Standing up and removing the ultra-mini skirt from her legs, Kanako’s entire body was also left with only those white stilettos.

Seeing this scene in the nude, Matsuzaki also began to have strong desires.

It was not the first time I had seen her naked, but what it felt like was the unspeakable joy of being so exposed and naked in front of this woman, the number one beauty in the community.

What’s more, Kanako’s nude body had matured even more after two months, and her complexion was radiating an attractive shine.

Luckily, it hasn’t gone out of shape, that curvaceous beauty is still there, that frame is still there.

“Put this on, courser!”

Matsuzaki takes a pair of black panties out of the bag.

“I was going to bring it out later, but I saw your body and immediately wanted you to wear it.”

Upon receiving it, Kanako looked startled, now holding it in her hand, with a small plastic tube attached to it, said to be about the size of a male even if it was small.

“This is a taste that if you taste it, you’ll be dying for it.”

Matsuzaki, who was looking at Kanako, heaved Kanako from her chest and hugged her vigorously.

“Hey! Hurry up and put it on! Put it on so you can suck a dick. You love sucking dick, Chief!”

The other hand, between defenseless legs, wandered.

“Ah! Aah!”

Turning red in the face, the corner of her mouth still held the man-root, wrapping her tongue around it.

“And then…and then take it in towards the root.”

The huge man-root was all the way up to his throat.

Licking the man-root and rubbing it back and forth between his legs through the roots of his long legs, wearing the panties with the man-root attached to them, the feeling of oppression was more than imaginable.

“This kind of seems to go very well with the beauty courser who is a lover of intercourse!”

Matsuzaki looked at the nude beauty of glistening mature beauty, wearing a pair of black panties.

The excitement was different from full nudity, and Kanako was marvelously turned on by the shame.

“Hey! Come and try!”

Matsuzaki pressed on the switch.

As soon as the thick tube in front of her vibrated, Kanako made an unimaginable sound and closed her legs tightly.

“Uh-huh! Can’t do it!”

Receiving an unimaginable shock, Kanako could hardly hold back.

Attacked by the horny man in the tram, the same back and forth, Kanako’s rationality is also angered by the roll of lust.

“How’s it going! Chief of class!”

Unintentionally dropping the kaiju, Matsuzaki made a noise behind Kanako’s back.

“Hey! Stand up, courser, and wear this to work all day today! If you move slightly, you’ll feel like you did just now, so just practice until you get used to it.”

Kanako stood up and Matsuzaki hit the switch again.

“Yikes! Yikes!”

Gritting her teeth, Kanako endured the impact, and seconds afterward, her knees trembled just slightly.

After about a dozen or so attacks on how much more he was teased and his waist didn’t move.

“I’d love to praise you for being able to stand it, I just don’t believe it!”

Matsuzaki, who was sitting on the couch, put the thing between his legs and gently moved it around with his hand.

Kanako, in her black panties, gasped wildly at the sight of the glistening slime at the tip.

Sitting at the base of the loose monstrous leg, his long thighs sitting close to his, he cupped it with both hands and slowly took it in with his lips starting at the tip.

“Whoo! Whoo!”

Side by side, Kanako let out a moan from deep in her throat, spewing out the feelings of lust from the depths of her body, very reluctantly performing oral sex with her tongue.

Exactly as pleasant as a virgin on her first night! The hot, sweet delight was unceasing, and before it entered the mouth, one’s position, shame and self-respect were all but thrown out of one’s mind.

At this point, Matsuzaki immediately orders Kanako to stop and touches her face to the excited Kanako.

“Unfortunately, there’s no time for that, and if we don’t get out, we’re going to be late for our date.”

After speaking, he put his manhood into his pants.

“No! Matsuzaki! No…”

Kanako buried her head in her pants and let out a sad whimper.

“If you don’t have a job and you’re mucking around here, it wouldn’t be good to make the head of the class angry!”

“Won’t be mad, if the job is late, again I’ll take full responsibility.”

“A great honor, but it’s never good to receive a paycheck and not work, so here’s a good idea, we’ll go together, and it’s good to see the outside with us minions once in a while.”

Matsuzaki got to his feet.

“Right! That’s it!”

Kanako reached for the bra she had taken off and dropped to the floor.

“Stay a while, there are panties that fit better with the courser.”

The pine chair removed the black plastic belt.

“This guy will be waiting for the courser tonight to come and put his hands up!”

After speaking, first Kanako’s chest was tied solidly, then her waist was tied as well, then a belt through her neck and then through her chest and then connected to her waist, and the rest was passed between her legs and secured behind her back.

“That completes it.”

“It suits you! Now that’s the way to go, horny beauty class president.”

After the speech, he opened the door and left.

Kanako hurriedly put on her clothes and chased after Matsuzaki’s back. Kanako sits in Matsuzaki’s car and drives towards Shinjuku.

In the car, instead of vibrating tubes, there was Kanako sitting in the assistant’s seat, and over the super-mini skirt full of braid, Matsuzaki reached out and caressed the plump thighs.

At the red light, Matsuzaki’s hand was between Kanako’s second leg, and twenty minutes later, Matsuzaki parked his car on the corner of a high-rise street.

“Take your top off and wrap both arms around your back.”

“What’s it going to be?”

“Don’t ask, if you want a blowjob just don’t make a sound and do it!”

With Matsuzaki saying that, Kanako didn’t resist.

Wrapping his hands behind his back, Matsuzaki-like, he tied on a black leather strap.

“All right, let’s go!”

Matsuzaki got out of the car and told Kanako to get out as well, and draped his jacket over her shoulders, the fact that his hands were tied behind his back was not visible from the outside.

Being led by Matsuzaki, toward the high-rise street, many men looked at the curvaceous beauty stretching under the mini-skirt and the face of Kanako who was full of wisdom and grace.

“If you’re going to take a walk, it’s still going to be a beautiful woman with class like the class president.”

Matsuzaki wrapped his hands around his waist and was leaning in close, stroking his hands from his miniskirt all the way up.

Kanako blushed, but with her hand in the bang, she couldn’t move it.

Matsuzaki was immediately going to roll up her miniskirt again, followed by half of her ass exposed by her black panties.

“Don’t do that, someone will see you!” Kanako demanded in a whisper as she leaned her face into Matsuzaki’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t care! I was thinking that you have a need for this, class president?”

Twisting her ass flesh with her hand, Kanako shuddered with mixed emotions.

“Please, Mr. Matsuzaki, someone could come out at any moment.”

Must die pleaded.

“Got it, I’ve got important work to do, work first is the creed of the class president, right!”

After the speech, Matsuzaki walked onto the land bridge. Walked up the stairs.

“Take your time here, class president, I’m going to try to get to work!”

“Hey! Mr. Matsuzaki, no, please don’t go!”

Kanako asked him to remove the belt from his hand.

“Why bother, I’ll be right back, so you can have fun alone for a while!”

Matsuzaki flipped that switch on and that pipe started moving.

“Ah…”

The shock of the long wait gave Kanako the feeling of falling.

“Don’t let anyone find out!”

At Matsuzaki’s comment, Kanako clenched her teeth again and held back.

“Very sexy ooh! Class, when I come back, I’ll be sure to bring your favorite thing, Class.”

After speaking this, Matsuzaki descended the stairs.

Alone, in solitude, mind, with plastic straps tied around my body, while people passing by, look at the super short miniskirt.

The shock of the tube was getting used to it, but it was replaced by the kind of pounding that had been going on several times this morning without stopping.

The vibration of that tube made the nectar at the base of that second leg, slowly secrete, and the trembling of the second leg couldn’t stop that gasp.

Plus, since I was standing on the first step of the stairs, the people coming up from below looked at the thighs at the root even though they were disgusted.

Although the ultra-mini skirt is good, but still can not hide the deepest part of Kanako’s thighs, the eyes of men and women, can not escape to want to look at.

When Matsuzaki returned, two hours had passed.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Got it, but made a deal with the class president to give you your favorite gift.”

Matsuzaki descended the stairs again on Kanako’s waist.

Kanako thought she might be taken to a restaurant to rest, but what Matsuzaki chose was a plain eating tea in an alleyway.

Immediately after sitting down in the chair, Matsuzaki’s hand went under the super mini skirt to feel those thighs.

“Uh…”

With just this action alone, Kanako was assaulted by spasms of sweetness.

After an hour, the burning flames felt more intense.

“Spread your legs a little more!”

Matsuzaki pressed his hands in, spreading Kanako’s beautiful, engorged thighs from side to side.

“Ah…”

Although it was indirect, the blood in Kanako’s body boiled up when she was caressed by the man.

The waiter approached, and Kanako’s whole body became tense as both knees closed tightly.

“Don’t move, don’t be afraid, class president, I want a Coke!”

Matsuzaki’s hand, still as soft as a potato pancake, wandered between Kanako’s thighs.

The waiter, who was tall and overlooked, poured the water into a glass and placed it on the table.

“Uh-huh! Mmm! Coke and coffee.” A red-faced Kanako whispered.

After that waiter left, Matsuhide lightly tickled Kanako’s ear.

“Nasty! Don’t bully me!”

Looking like she was about to cry, Kanako shook her head.

“Ugh! It’s your fault that today is going to be like this!”

With a flirtatious tone, Kanako offered her body.

“I am to cater to the pleasure of the head of the class and give myself to it, thighs are of course the most beautiful, but it would be most pleasing to see the breasts of the beautiful head of the class as well.”

Matsuzaki removes the buttons on his shirt with his hands, and opens the shirt from side to side.

The shock of someone appearing at any moment, even though it was in a dimly lit store, made Kanako very warily.

Not just naked, but left and right breasts tied with black elastic bands, tied right in the center and with the nipples facing up.

“Beautiful looking, with beautiful skin and a mature glamor in her hips, there are no more women as lovely looking as the class president in this day and age!”

Matsuzaki said flirtatious words while touching the breasts that made the black belt tied tightly, rubbing and rubbing them.

“Uh-huh! Uhh!”

The instant pleasure caused by this instantaneous pleasure of the already well-sensitized breasts, Kanako herself was stunned.

From the walkway, there was a young boy, looking at them with curiosity.

(Don’t look at us…)

Though the mind pleaded so, the body was strangely shocked, making the atmosphere even more incendiary and breathless.

In Matsuzaki’s palm, the tips of those virgin-like wet nipples were colored by the flames of lust.

The waiter brought a Coke and coffee.

(Mr. Matsuzaki…)

Kanako screamed from her chest and tried to hold her shirt over her breasts, but Matsuzaki remained open and rubbed both nipples interactively.

(Please, help me…)

Still want to call it out to this day.

The waiter, who was already quite used to all kinds of intimate shots, sighed at the sight of Kanako’s bound breasts.

In the midst of that shame and shock, but Kanako is…

“Yah…yah…”

The upper body vibrated upward and bounced again, and the sounds of joy continued unceasingly.

“Tough for you, huh?”

After the waiter left, Matsuzaki said softly in his ear.

“Do it with confidence!”

Glossy, beautiful hair, messed up!

“Of course! I meant to!”

Matsuzaki dragged Kanako up by the chin.

“Come on! Let’s kiss!”

With one arm around his shoulders, just like any other partner, his lips approached the lips.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

Piece by piece with a hot gasp, Kanako took the initiative and pressed her lips against Matsuzaki’s.

With tightly pressed lips, Matsuzaki slipped his tongue into Kanako’s mouth, and Kanako just sucked on that soft tongue as if she was mesmerized.

This paralyzing joy, Matsuzaki had already tried, the touching of breasts and buttocks, again with kissing, and it was actually Kanako who initiated the contact with her tongue, Matsuzaki felt a deep sense of conquest.

The entire corner of the mouth, from the root to the tip of the tongue, sucked on each other with abandon.

“Is there anything you want to do?”

Faced with an inquiring Matsuzaki, Kanako’s knowing eyes floated to tears.

“Want a blowjob, want a blowjob with Matsuzaki!” Edge begged as he locked his eyebrows.

Matsuzaki removes the jacket from Kanako’s shoulders and releases the hand that was behind her back as well.

“Take off your shirt too!”

With trembling fingertips, Kanako pulled the shirt off her shoulders.

It’s not true that there are no lovers who eat tea here purely with their upper body exposed, but like Kanako’s upper body, as naked as a pentacle, it’s more lewd than naked.

Matsuzaki leaned lightly against the couch.

“Class president! Please do as you please!”

Kanako had forgotten about the shame and the looker and pulled the zipper of her pants down.

Towards his pants he took out the man-root, pushed the foreskin back and started sucking from the tip.

In the process of pumping, the depths of the throat did not forget to make that moaning sound, and compared to this morning in the parlor, it was even more unspeakable joy.

“Look everyone, will the class president show your beautiful face to everyone?”

Matsuzaki stroked her hair while it hid Kanako’s face.

In the dimly lit store, the lovers at the other tables had a very good view of Kanako’s oral sex with such gusto.

But surprisingly, the sight of others, although conscious, instead felt another sensation of sexual desire, and thus the body could not quell that thought.

Kanako licked the tip section with the tip of her tongue and touched it again with her lips from tip to root.

The super-mini skirt being rolled up and the panties being seen halfway up no longer mattered at all, and Kanako’s upper body was already all inclined towards Matsuzaki’s.

Deep in the depths of the ultra-mini skirt, at the root between the two thighs, sucking and flowing out was the sweet nectar that spilled from the inverted triangle of the bush.

Than there is absolutely no such position when you are in bed with Mr.

But under the shame, Kanako’s chest thumped with sensuality more acutely felt.

“Ah!”

With the incense in her throat, Nayoko still moaned loudly while the tube began to vibrate again.

The opened lower half of Kanako’s mini-skirt, under that vibration, Kanako’s wild, passionate blowjob went up.

“It could be over, I’m not the class president’s mouth, so fond of buttocks.”

Looking up, tongue leaving with a line of saliva still running down it and tears still in his pupils, he reached for his shirt.

“There’s no need to wear it anymore, it’s just out there.”

Matsuzaki removed the shirt and Kanako’s hands were tied behind her back again before she draped the jacket over her shoulders.

“Go!”

Matsuzaki hugged Kanako’s shoulder and walked out of Pure Eating Tea.

It was so bright outside that it stung the eyes of both of them, it was just about lunch break and the streets were full of commuters.

Those who crossed their paths exchanged pleasantries and murmured, as well as staring at Kanako’s breasts and thighs as if they were going to lick them.

The kind of piercing stares from the people, the kind of joy that welled up deep in Kanako’s body, was completely oblivious.

Among the crowd, she did not feel beautiful and talented at the same time, and although she was deprived of shame and personality, deep down in her heart, until today, she had only spewed out the lust that had been hidden deep down in her heart in a single breath.

Loose monsters bring places, not restaurants, but movie theaters.

“Mr. Matsuzaki…” opened Kanako uneasily.

“This is the kind of place that is perfect for a fuck-loving courser like you to rekindle his lust.”

Matsuzaki bought a ticket and entered the theater.

（Why are they all in this place?)

While thinking so, the guests entered the darkened pavilion one after another, and Kanako, who was topless, was, at the moment, shaking again with her emotions.

“Lonely ass, courser!”

Although it was covered with black panties, when Matsuzaki’s hand caressed it like a kneading and twisting.

“Ah! Aah!”

With just such a sound, the pudding-like skin underneath the ultra-mini skirt was shaken from side to side, and then back and forth.

“Class, it’s just sexy and kinky to have your hips acting like that!”

After whispering in her ear, those words made nectar erupt from Kanako’s body now!

“Requesting you! Faster!” Kanako had lost her words.

“I know, but before that, let me go to the restroom for a bit, and after that I’ll give you an unexpected thrill.”

“Please don’t leave me alone!”

“No problem, courser you still have this…”

Matsuzaki pressed the rocker.

“Oooh…”

It rang through her head, that sweet shock that ran through Kanako’s entire body.

Matsuzaki peeked at Kanako before she stepped out of the side door, only to see her gripping the handle of the armrest and clenching her teeth in certain death.

With the unending caresses and insistent chastisements from morning until now, Kanako’s body had reached its limit.

No more holding back, the tube between her legs, wrapped around her plump ass, the lewdness didn’t stop, and with the nectar that flowed came sweet sobs.

Behind the door opened and walked into a middle-aged man, Kanako was startled and slowly walked in, that guest looked at Kanako’s posture, half a day did not make a sound, just staring.

On the other side of Kanako, the college student sitting in the last column, saw the middle-aged man and noticed Kanako.

（”Mr. Fonzaki, please come back early.)

But after waiting and waiting, I didn’t see Matsuzaki come back.

At the moment, the middle-aged man, seeing the beautiful and fully nude sexy body, had an urge to lick it.

The student from earlier, as well as the middle-aged man in front of him, also moved to Kanako.

But what couldn’t be endured was the full-body sensuality that grew stronger and stronger, the tube between her legs, the fire of that faculty that kept burning.

There was already no way to stand up, and those three guests looked at such a Kanako with even more interest surfacing!

The light in the movie theater was getting dimmer and dimmer, and Kanako felt ashamed, her face hidden in her wrists, her whole body burning as if she were on fire.

Kanako’s back reached out to touch those breasts.

(Don’t! Don’t!)

The moment when you’re ready to scream out, but the moment your breasts are touched by a hand, that intense pleasure.

Kanako called out.

What a pleasure it is! The other guy is a pervert who doesn’t even know who he is.

Sweating from being tightly bound by the elastic band, making her skin glow, being tied up tightly with no way to resist, letting the other party rub those breasts with pleasure, that humiliation, but it made Kanako raise her heart to be abused.

The man took hold of the breasts with one hand and pressed his fingertips against the nipples, while with his other hand he rolled up the ultra-mini skirt and rubbed and twisted the white ass.

The man’s hand, gently rubbing the mature and beautiful wife’s buttocks, while smoothly going deeper into those legs.

“Woo! Stop it! Stop it!”

“It is useless to resist.”

“Such a fascinating ass is unbearable to look at!”

At that sound, Kanako turned around.

Iwata gave a cold smile and gripped his chest hard enough to lift it upwards.

At this point, as if he had met a savior, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Please, please help me!”

“It’s not saving you, it’s doing it, it’s the usual homework ah!”

Iwata took off his pants and rubbed his manhood, which had become seven-tenths hard, against Kanako’s cheeks.

As if her whole head was knocked into it, Kanako’s pleasure was like a five-horse race.

As the hardness and heat increased, Kanako whimpered and sighed, and unconsciously, from the grinding cheeks, her lips had begun to suck on the male root.

“Come on! Take a good suck towards here, a good suck!”

Iwata pulls the double strip elastic and Kanako leans down in Iwata’s direction.

“From the bag section, ma’am!”

Immediately opening her mouth and pressing back any further, Kanako licked from the root to the pouch, using her tongue to slowly satisfy each other with caresses, licking at all angles of the pouch, and as Kanako’s tongue moved around, lust filled her body, growing stronger and stronger.

In front of the guests, Kanako gulped down that real flavor, completely oblivious to the presence of others.

Sucking on the bulge, step by step, Kanako sucked and sucked with her tongue and lips, while her other hand gently rubbed the pouch, her fingers by now becoming passionate and high.

“It’s very tiring, isn’t it! Ma’am, it’s good to end it here!”

Iwata’s hand, grabbing Kanako’s hair, to move her away.

“Hey! Aren’t you tired?”

“But enough of the fun already!”

“No! Not yet!”

Not caring if there was anyone around, Kanako answered loudly.

“Do you really like oral sex that much?”

“Right! Favorite! Favorite blowjob!”

That bark-like reply made Iwata…

“Well, take off that skirt that’s in the way!”

The number of guests had unconsciously become five, and Kanako continued to inhale.

The wild functions and lust in her body, Kanako didn’t know what to do with herself anymore, and under the gaze of all eyes, the blood of the whole body was actually flowing abnormally.

The skirt came off her fingertips and, as usual, she knelt at Iwata’s feet, having done this over and over again, but the tension and the pain was the same at the moment.

Iwata’s man-root was about half as long as Matsuzaki’s, and with his mouth open as wide as it was, it was burying his entire face in it. The hot tip was pressing against the mucous membrane of the palate, and it was almost to the throat, but Iwata still had about half of it that hadn’t hardened all the way. With the pain outside his jaws, there was no way to hold the entire root.

Kanako, eyes closed and brow locked, slowly, pressed into her mouth and reached her throat, still not satisfied.

If it was an ordinary man for such a strong oral sex with tongue, the result should be soon, but Mr. Iwata, who was still as hard as steel, accepted Kanako’s caresses.

Kanako was in a trance from the bottom of her heart, today was a bit of a long time ago, when it was more than one continuous blowjob of tongue and lips.

How long has it been? What had been five guests had now become ten.

Still still, Kanako’s tongue and lips continued to slide, for the wife’s skillful tongue technique, but also the beautiful lips, deep penetration.

At this point, Kanako got tired and slowed down with her tongue, when a new faculty invaded Kanako, and although her brain was paralyzed by it, she was still very much fascinated.

Tears flowed from Kanako, the sweetness not coming from her mouth.

Her own self, with her dignified appearance and social status, had stripped herself of her own clothes in the movie theater, knelt at the hooligans’ heels, and sucked hard on her man-root in front of the crowd, as she had been commanded to do.

“Hey! Ma’am, drink properly!”

Side by side, Iwata shook his waist, getting bigger and bigger.

Matching them, Kanako also used her tongue, surrounding the entire male root.

It was as if the whole huge tree, running through the whole body, made the sensuality and the so-called sensuality inside, rubbing the whole body.

Iwata’s man-root, hardening in his mouth, became hotter and bigger. Inside Kanako’s body, it likewise rose up in joy and exaltation.

Rhythmic rocking, after ten minutes, Kanako’s mouth was filled with mucus like warm water flowing from the tip.

The semen that flowed from his throat flowed all over his body, and as if he had been struck with a passionate blow, he opened his mouth, and the man-root slipped out.

“Awesome! Ma’am, if it stays that way, you’re a pro.”

The man-root, which had slipped out of her mouth by now, was still no less hard, and it was covered in honey, which Kanako wiped with her cheeks and hugged Iwata again.

“No! No! More, I want more!”

Kanako hugged Iwata’s waist tightly and actually drank the cum that flowed all over her mouth, and Kanako got even more excited and wild instead!

“Don’t use this practice on Mr.!”

“Uh-huh!”

Kanako looked up in surprise.

“Kanako! It’s fun, isn’t it!”

Matsuzaki showed up and acted like a couple in front of the crowd.

“Come on! Stand up, a blowjob doesn’t satisfy you anymore does it!”

Turning Kanako toward the guests, Iwata and Matsuzaki pulled the elastic band outward.

Wearing high-rooted shoes, Kanako, white and naked all over, that plump bosom, the guests, all staring stupidly.

Then the black panties that had been on since morning were removed.

Yeah!

There was still the remaining shame, and when she was taken off, there was no resistance at all, as the two men combined their efforts to take her off.

Guests, eyeing the panties that came off the slender legs, had huge tubes attached.

“Sex pervert!” “Nymphomaniac!” The whispered to himself.

“Is it not shameful to be a wife when you are so hairy?”

Matsuzaki said as he ran his hands over the breasts, rubbing and kneading them.

“Yikes!”

Fresh fondness, accompanied by intolerable shame, awakened for a moment to the fact that I really was standing completely naked except for Mr. still in front of the crowd, just for the illusion-inducing, strangely like caresses.

But the deeper the shame, the deeper and more powerful the liking caused by the shame!

“Let’s take a look at her body!”

“Yikes! Stop it!”

“Just being looked at makes you wet like this, and you’ve been waiting to be touched for a long time, haven’t you! Then please come and help a little.”

Matsuzaki squeezed her and moved Kanako towards the guests.

Locking her eyebrows, Kanako’s blood had spewed out all over her body now that she was being watched with devouring eyes.

“Please! Please touch me!”

A shaky voice, but clear.

But the men, faced with the pressure coming from Kanako’s beauty, were unable to make a move.

The fullness of the breasts and hips alone cannot be said to be sexy, while the arms and legs are slender, and the hands and feet are proper and dignified, together with the soft hair, one-third of the face is blocked, but it reveals a first-class elegance and charisma.

“Please don’t mention it, this lady is a beauty but if you pay attention, you know she’s horny, you wouldn’t know it if you didn’t try.”

Iwata stated more clearly, urging the group again.

“Hi! Hi! Is this the way? Then I’m welcome!”

The middle-aged man, looking at the expression on Kanako’s face, had no qualms about slipping his finger into the depths of the tip.

“Yikes! Yikes!”

Letting the stranger, touching the flower lips in front of the people, Kanako hid her face with her hands, but under the man’s touch, Kanako rose a passionate lust in her body.

The man touched such a beautiful young wife and only kept thrusting into those depths.

The unconcerned stroking of the other finger made the shame, which could not be held back, burn.

Then the hands of the other guests, one by one, touched Kanako’s body.

One man groped both round asses and ran his fingers along the strands, inserting them into the wet little flowers, while the other went along with the bush to pick the clitoris.

It was a much more pleasant faculty than it had been then on the tram this morning, and though I tried to resist it, the shame was all gone, and disappeared altogether!

Also, other hands were only on a single breast, rubbing it gently, while other hands rubbed it forcefully.

These different men’s hands, though just fingers, were different, and Kanako’s abused heart burned.

While everyone showed a bitter expression, Kanako dripped nectar and softly sobbed lowly without stopping, her whole body had irregular trembling and leaking flow.

In terms of sensation, Kanako had already felt orgasm many times, only these two months, unbelievably, like a flower in full bloom, into a hot body, born so far for the first time to feel lust.

Matsuzaki attacked Kanako’s ass like falling thunder.

The rising sound was like a torrent running, and Kanako also had a sudden strong spasm all over her body, and her soul fell into a hellish climax with her.

chapter iv – the fiery cross

Living in a spacious home, Kanako finished dinner and was organizing.

It had been a week since the movie theater on that magic-like day.

Tomorrow evening, Mr. will return from his business trip abroad, and the period of indenture with the Matsuzakis is over, and he is now in a very cheerful and comfortable mood.

After the movie theater, Kanako was very tired both physically and mentally.

On occasions when Kanako’s friends are not present, Kanako is Matsuzaki’s wife-slave and Iwata’s maid.

“Show your ass, Kanako.”

This ordered thing, in the office, on the trolley, rolling up your skirt and exposing your ass.

“Show both breasts!”

If that’s the case, take your shirt off even in the usual daytime cafes.

In addition every night when you take a bath, you have to do the same service as the woman in the three warmths.

Washed the chairs, washed the mats, licked both hands and feet, starting with the fingers and ending with the anal hole.

But the worrying thing was that amongst Kanako’s body, the fondness of being abused didn’t just stop at the time of shame, the kind of wetness that oozed out from between her femurs whenever her ass was touched.

The closer they got to the day of Mr.’s return, the more the Matsuzaki’s rebukes became more severe, and the more Kanako’s body became ripe for the picking.

The bell in the foyer rang, having just taken a shower and trying to get to bed.

Walking to the foyer and looking out through the small hole in the door, Kanako’s expression stunned.

Until now, Matsuzaki and Iwata have never been to Kanako’s house.

After opening the door.

“Yikes! Kanako, we’re here!”

Matsuzaki said out loud jokingly.

“That’s not good! Come to my house!”

“What are you talking about? Ma’am, we don’t want to do that either, we know what you’re thinking when we look at those lustful eyes!”

Iwata began licking the nape of Kanako’s neck.

“Please wait, I’ll be out as soon as I’m ready!”

“There’s no need for that, don’t want to have a farewell party with the courser tonight. The courser, before meeting with the gentleman, would love to get this guy out of the way!”

Matsuzaki pulled out the key to the chastity belt.

“I know!”

If the noise continues, the neighbors will know.

Taking out her slippers, she walked to the sitting room and rolled her skirt to the top of her hips.

At home, of course, it’s not a mini-skirt, but a pleated maxi-skirt.

“Yikes!”

Unable to brush off Matsuzaki’s hand, Kanako walked to the living room, feeling that there was no way to repress the shame of doing this in her own home.

“It’s still the class president’s ass that’s the best, and with a chastity belt like that, such a proper ass, you don’t get it anywhere else.”

Walking to the dining room, Iwata took a chair and sat down.

“Ma’am, is there anything to drink!”

Kanako nodded and opened the fridge, Kanako didn’t drink it herself, but the fridge was often kept ready for the in-laws to drink when they came over to play.

Open the cap and pour it into the glass in Iwata’s hand.

“I’m really sorry to have such a beauty as your wife pouring wine, it must taste incredible to drink!”

As she spoke, she ran her hand over the hem of her skirt, from her thighs up the chastity belt.

“Yikes!”

A moment to get the beer down.

“I’m sorry!”

Kanako wiped the table with a rag.

Seeing the tense, graceful flanks, Iwata touched the fleshy ass.

Pour another drink to Matsuzaki.

“It’s been a long time since this good wine was available!”

“We’ll drink another bottle and then get down to business!”

Speaking to Kanako who was stepping towards the refrigerator.

“Wait a minute.”

Iwata, who is standing up, is in front of Kanako no Knees.

“There’s a little bit of wifely tenderness in the atmosphere!”

As he spoke, he took the buttons off his pleated skirt and pulled the zipper down.

“Ah!”

Reflexively, Kanako flexed her body and wrapped both hands around her forehead.

Matsuzaki whistled.

Legs like those of a Western European model, no stockings to adorn them, knees tightened in shame, only a faint gasp.

Strip the skirt off Iwata.

“Hey! Mrs. Wine! Wine! And make something small to drink.”

So Kanako, fully nude and in a shameful position, pours drinks to Iwata and Matsuzaki, locking her chastity belt around her buttocks as if they were her own peaches.

“It’s unbelievable… I can’t get enough of looking at and touching the class president’s buttocks every day.”

I’m out of wine.

“Okay! Let’s get started!”

After speaking, he led Kanako into the dormitory.

Two single beds in the room, still swirling with the newlywed atmosphere.

“Come on! Take off the rest of your clothes!”

Iwata, who had placed bags on the bed, took out the props and lined them up.

“Why, you don’t know how to take it off yourself, I’ll do it for you.”

Matsuzaki, a bit tipsy, extended his hand as well, and Kanako took a step back.

“No need, I’ll leave the clothes on.”

Very spirited voice, taking off his white t-shirt himself.

The bra came off and hid the bosoms.

“Hands behind your back!”

As he spoke, he very roughly tied up Kanako’s wrists and tightly wrapped the rope around them twice.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Matsuzaki pushed Kanako onto the bed.

Removing the chastity belt, she tied Kanako’s feet properly from her ankles, folding her body in two.

What is this trying to do? Looking at Iwata, uneasiness showed on his face!

Iwata, at the end of his preparations, heads in the direction of Matsuzaki.

“How about! Got it right?”

Nodding, Matsuzaki pressed down towards Kanako’s shoulders.

“Ah!”

By the time it was called, it was too late!

Kanako’s body lay on her back and turned on the bed, and of course the bound lower limbs, those plump thighs were boldly spread at a wide angle, and at the top of the bush that was, of course, the new sensual belt that had been developed, as well as the little flower clitoris were all given a dang good look.

“Don’t! Don’t! Please don’t!”

Kanako’s sensible beauty turned red and her hair was messed up.

“It’s not like you’re a virgin to be yelling so much, tonight is your favorite night in class.”

One hand touched at the katsuzaki of his thigh, loosening the plastic peg, which was more appropriately described as a peg than as a large, thick-rooted male man-root.

“We’re not going to rub lotion in today, I’m going to use my saliva to do it for you.”

After speaking, Matsuzaki moved towards the root of his thighs, put his head in, made a sound and kissed the bush that was wet with saliva, and then touched it with his fingers.

“Ah! Ahh! Stop it!”

Screaming like a demon, Kanako’s body trembled.

At this time, Kanako had some slightly prickly sensations there, and although the garden was moistened, a different kind of light and heat was burning in her body.

“Hey! Does this look good to you?”

“Then it was ordered especially for Mrs.!”

“It’s so thick and long, it shouldn’t matter when you use it!”

“Just leave it to us, don’t worry!”

Side by side, the twenty-centimeter-long tube, centimeter by centimeter, reached in.

“Don’t move!” Iwata ordered in a shrill voice.

“Otherwise I don’t care if you get hurt!”

Kanako’s whole body stopped and waited silently.

“Ma’am, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a bowel cleansing, so look forward to it!”

As the warm potion flowed into that bowel, the sensation resolved all the tension in the body.

“How! A long lost feeling.”

The glass bottle held two hundred and fifty cc’s of potion, and Iwata looked at Kanako’s face.

“So sad, will you open the rope earlier?”

Hiding the lycanthropy, Kanako’s voice shrieked spasmodically.

Looking back now, the horror and anticipation, with the constant angst of the cut.

“Hey! Patch! It’s just the beginning, don’t keep yelling and screaming!”

Ignoring all of Kanako’s screams, he resumed his enema.

Filled with five hundred cc’s of water, removed by half.

“Ma’am, take a break, there’s still half left!”

“If we’re going to do a bowel cleansing, can we do it all at once?”

“Good! We know, ma’am, that you like to wash your bowels very much, and if you pour it too fast and reverse the flow, it’s rather bad.”

Iwata shook the pipe a bit, pressing into that petal.

“Ah! Ahh! So good!”

The bounce in that belly caused pleasure between the legs.

“You’re a lucky man, courser, to have two of our hands to comfort you in the absence of the gentleman!”

Matsuzaki, who was on the bed, went to work rubbing his palms against the tightly bound breasts.

“How! Don’t you want to? If you ask, I will suck your nipples as usual.”

Totally identical to a virgin, pale-colored young nipples, turning them with her fingers and sucking on them with her mouth.

“Ah…”

Kanako was subjected to feelings of quick beauty, and unimaginably she cried.

Kanako whimpered at the defilement of a deep frown, and for those lips, Matsuzaki had pressed up in fascination.

“Uh-huh!”

Kissing and re-cleansing at the same time.

The glass bottle in Iwata’s hand flowed into that water, high and low.

This time Kanako made a high pitched sound and let out a moan.

“Yikes! Can’t take it anymore!”

Pale on beauty, sweating and screaming out grief like a soundtrack to a scene.

In fact, the agony of such a cleansing of the bowels side gasped, the flesh of a mature wife, sucked by the lips, rubbing the breasts, moving at the edges, unimaginable pleasure that burned and burned!

“Please, I want to go to the bathroom, I can’t hold it anymore!”

It had been filled with about a thousand cc’s or so of fluid, and a strange fire and arousal assaulted it.

“It’s still early! Mrs.! It’s been a month since I’ve had a bowel cleansing, wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t have some fun?”

After speaking the switch in his hand, the liquid like hot water entered the narrow place between the flowers.

Then Matsuzaki licked the breasts and rubbed the nipples again with both hands as the tube twitched again.

The whole body had become all scattered with that panicky pleasure, and Kanako growled like a wild animal.

The tingling sensation, the fast-melting pleasure, the kind of pleasure that was like a journey to hell.

Kanako’s greenish face looked at Iwata, who had brought the tube’s rhythm to a halt.

Matsuzaki untied the ropes from Kanako’s ankles, and Iwata, who would be back in a moment, placed a newspaper on the carpet and took out the washbasin from the bathroom.

Putting the washbasin on the newspaper and getting this plastic bag of yellow containers, Matsuzaki interjected.

“It’s been a month since I’ve done it, and with such a small pot, it would hurt my brain if it ran out.”

Iwata placed his hand on the shoulder of the beautiful section chief who was lying on the bed, sweating and shaking all over.

“Get on it yourself! Or do you a favor?”

The upper body stood up, but there was no way to stand up straight before they bent both knees back like they were holding a child to pee.

That’s it, hold it to the face washer.

“Well, it’s time to relax!”

The lining of her bowels, had a strange sensation, and Kanako moaned, but there was still that tube in that petal.

Previously, in the company, it was not a question of the amount of excretion, but a strong continuous attack, a spasm of the whole body of winks, this noble and beautiful human wife, starting at the root of those ripe and plump thighs, one after another thick and large fruit flowed down.

At that moment Matsuzaki pressed the quickest button, and Kanako was defecating with that dizzying joy that soared to its highest.

Kanako’s flesh was abused in these two ways, but Kanako, who had already been seduced, could only shake her head violently.

Finally, stopping the bowel movement and waiting around, Iwata prepared to pick it up.

“Ah! Wait, it’s not over yet!”

Before speaking, another seizure occurs and the fruit falls back onto the hill of the washer.

Then came another and another wave of defecation, and tears flowed from Kanako’s tightly closed eyes.

Matsuzaki pressed the button on the tube to the strongest part and looked at Kanako’s red-stained beauty.

“It’s the first time we’ve seen such a beauty as the headmaster, and even I can’t stand it, so I’m sure Mr. Haenaduan must be thinking the same thing when he sees the current headmaster.”

As he spoke, his hand reached over and gripped the tube directly, pumping it back and forth.

“Ah! Don’t be so, please spare me! Mr. Matsuzaki!”

Rebellious voices screamed.

The duo untie the ropes behind them and fall back on the bed, Matsuzaki using an anal dilator to adjust.

That cold metallic feeling made Kanako make a twitching sound.

“Don’t! Don’t! What are you doing?”

“How has the Mrs.’s bush, after being conditioned, turned out? Come check it out.”

After speaking, Iwata held the expander like a duck’s beak and held it open bit by bit.

“Ugh! That hurts! It hurts!”

Kanako was made to grieve, and Kanako’s wild hair was scattered all over her face.

“Ma’am, we think your color is good, it’s wide enough and soft enough, fantastic!”

Matsuzaki’s eyes flashed strangely as he looked inside the anal dilator.

“Pervert!”

Swallowing his own saliva, Matsuzaki watched the body of the beauty’s section chief, holding the spreader and shaking it from side to side with self-congratulatory pleasure.

“The courser really is a beauty, even the ass of the ass, so beautiful, so so, how do you feel?”

“Yikes! Yikes! It hurts! Please spare me! Please, don’t do that again!”

（”It’s over. I’m no longer qualified to be a wife.)

Under the feeling of shame and defilement, Kanako thought so.

Like a person who grew up in hell and was liberated from the rope hanging down from the wellhead, grasping the thread with her fingertips, Kanako’s limbs, had that beautiful posture.

Kanako, whose limits of physical strength and chakra went to the bottom, didn’t catch anything with her fingertips.

“Class president, it’s still early for bedtime!”

Matsuzaki stroked Kanako’s chin and took a sip of his whiskey from the table next to the bed.

“Here a give you a bite!”

After saying that, he moved the sip of wine he had in his mouth to Kanako’s mouth.

Looking deep into those unchanging deep eyes.

“What else is coming?”

“Of course it’s eagerly awaited, this is the last of it, will you regret being a woman, courser?”

“Hmm…why then…why did you abuse me like that…”

Unimaginable lowered eyes and tears.

“These are all attracted by the fact that you’re so beautiful looking, class president, and you have a classy person!”

After saying that, he pressed both hands on Kanako’s cheeks and savagely pressed his lips against hers.

The desire to moan or resist was gone, and her lips and tongue were sucked in by Matsuzaki.

Both breasts left traces of the rope binding between them, and Matsuzaki rubbed them with his hands, sucking on the nipples of his breasts with his tongue and lips until they hardened and engorged.

“Now, ma’am, it’s time to try out why you’ve been conditioned so far today!”

Iwata surrounded Kanako’s back with his hands and caressed the plump buttocks as if they were on an egg boiled in water.

“Ah! Aah!”

That pleasure alone assaulted Kanako, unimaginable how lonely that ass was.

Iwata’s fingers, along the depths of the split, unconsciously, the beautiful legs also open, Iwata gently rubbed the clitoris with his fingers, and all of a sudden his whole body became hot.

“Ah! Anymore please let me enjoy it!”

Beauty flushed and began to rock her back up herself.

“Yikes! Ma’am, with a wonderful voice, cry to the gentleman on the other side of the river!”

Iwata said, picking Kanako up by both feet.

Matsuzaki, who was already completely naked at that moment, aimed the already-angled object in his hand with the tip at Kanako’s lower abdomen.

“Okay?”

“Just come down slowly like this.”

Iwata sat Kanako down little by little, slowly, aligned Matsuzaki’s man-root, inserted into the petals that had overflowed with nectar, Matsuzaki, with a single foot, started the rhythm, Kanako was emitting the fragrance of a wife from her whole body.

“Yikes! Yikes! Mr. Matsuzaki, am I… am I weird?”

Leaky flow of passionate gasping officialdom, slowly reaching climax, the sense of rhythm also faster and faster Matsuzaki.

“Are you cool? Lesson leader! Oi! How does it feel?”

The remaining hand rubbed and shook the nipple.

“Mmm! So cool! Like so start. Ahh! How will we turn out?”

“I feel honored that the class president accepted it so pleasantly!”

“Ahh! I can’t, I have to…I have to…”

As Matsuzaki’s lips approached, Kanako had opened her own wide and pressed them down, greedily wrapping her tongue around the other’s.

Ah! Once again, what I want to do is, once again, the rhythm, and at the same time, from behind, Iwata rubbed my back with his hand, and his big thumb re-entered at my clitoris.

That technique of tweaking the clitoris, not just rubbing it with the belly of the finger, but starting from the perimeter and working toward the center with a few fingertips, suddenly strong and weak, gently pumping the fascinating mucus, gradually squirting out.

With just those movements, Kanako’s entire body was crispy with flesh and bones.

But the real climactic drama comes later!

Iwata’s hand, grabbed and hugged those legs, as if something hot and soft, pressed into the vagina.

What it was, Kanako had no idea, but the sensation of getting harder and bigger was inserted into the hole, and for a moment, as if drenched in cold water, both were stunned.

(So! Something that thick…)

The wailing began!

Ah! After two months of conditioning, Kanako’s vagina, which had such amazing stretching ability, swallowed that huge Iwata thing.

“It’s marvelous, the wife’s cunt is so tight!”

While saying that, Iwaharu and Matsuzaki started to cooperate, when the rhythm started, holding the two legs upwards, Kanako, completely floating, at the beginning, the vagina that felt uncomfortable, in the rhythm of the repetitively felt a space, and it is out of the ordinary pleasure, that so strong pleasure, Kanako’s body, the wife’s prudence, reserve, at this moment have already invested in that person’s soul outside of the soul.

(no longer wanting to do anything, just wanting to keep this going)

So in the back and forth between the two, entrusting their bodies to them, roaring with joy.

“There’s no way to hold back anymore!”

While screaming, Kanako’s physical body had gone to a certain place in heaven, and at the same time, the soul had gone to a certain place in hell where it had fallen.

After getting off work and picking up a few things at a store near her home, Kanako returned home.

It’s the fourth day today that Mr. Tadanori has been back.

The Matsuzakis, as promised, had not dared to touch a single finger to Kanako since the last night, and Kanako had retired the next day without appearing in Kanako’s presence.

After three months of nightmares, I finally returned to my old life.

There is something completely unbelievable about it.

To Tadamasa, he said that he’s in his physical period now, so he hasn’t even touched it yet.

But there was no way to leave Mr. Close forever, and at that point if I was all different.

(If it’s still run like the previous couple…)

Desperate, Kanako thought about the only way to go.

At the foyer, closing the door behind her, Kanako was startled!

Mr.’s shoes were very messily thrown on the floor, and it was not usual for Mr. to arrive home before himself.

Put your purchases in the kitchen and walk to the living room.

“Kanako, come here for a second!”

Tadamasa, who had pulled his tie loose and was wearing a shirt, stood in the middle of the stairs and grunted.

“You’re back!”

Bright voice, walking up to the second floor.

Walking into the study, the gentleman’s greening face made it clear that something must be wrong.

“Sit over there!”

Kanako sat on the couch.

Standing by the window, Tadamasa poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

“There was actually a man that called the office today and said he had something very important to discuss and would like to meet.”

When he said that, Tadamasa’s tone became heavier.

Kanako pressed the question as well.

“And what was said, what was said?”

Tadamasa raised his head for the first time, and with almost desperate eyes, he gave Kanako a look.

“This!”

Bet on the remote button of the VCR.

Suddenly at the image of the TV set, Kanako’s expression froze!

The scene shows a tattooed man and a young woman washing mats being performed.

“The caller was this Iwata on the screen, and the man said: the woman on the screen is you, and I told him no, and the guy told me to come back and ask you again. Why, Kanako, that woman isn’t you! Tell me it’s not you!”

Incredible anger surged into Kanako’s heart, but it was too late, even anger couldn’t undo anything.

“No!” Finally Kanako answered.

Tadamasa, who drained the wine in his hand, “I want to hear about it, won’t you tell me?”

“Uh-huh!”

Kanako spoke slowly, but no amount of talking could change the fact that the image was all but powerless.

“It is this, that until the night before you return home I must abide by what they say, and that is all. I’ll accept any punishment you want, and if there’s to be a divorce, I’ve had only that alone to pay for my wrongdoing.”

“No way! No divorce!”

Tadamasa, who had turned the VCR off, knelt down from Kanako’s front side when he finished.

“I love you so much to get married, and if there is such a thing as using divorce, it’s not that simple to decide.”

“But there is no forgiving me, is there!”

“I don’t know, try to look at it, with time it will all wash out, Iwata is ready to sell us that tape it’s going to be a pain in the ass by then.”

“What will become of it?”

“Don’t worry, talk it over with your lawyer friend and let me handle this, okay? It won’t ruin our lives.”

“I’m sorry! Honey!”

“The two will be dealt with afterward.”

Got a call at work from Mr.

“All settled!”

“I’m sorry!”

This month, Tadamasa dealt with the Iwatas and ran around for days. Tadamasa gave a lot of thought to the matter and agreed to the Iwatas’ request.

“Sorry, about two-thirds of the property went to them!”

“That’s okay, thank you very much!”

“From now on, it’s just the two of us, there’s nothing left to be afraid of, Kanako, we’re going out to dinner tonight, there’s something I need to ask of you!”

“Yes!”

“I love you!”

Kanako paused for a moment.

“Thanks!”

Finish speaking and put the phone down.

Several times this month, Kanako wanted to sleep with Tadamasa, but Tadamasa refused.

The reason is known, during these three months, his own wife meets with other men every day, sees that repulsive Iwata, and when he sees Kanayo’s body, the face of that man floats up, so that there’s no way to come to the matter of husband and wife.

After dinner, Tadamasa took out a letter and put it on the table.

‘Divorce agreement’ was written in such a way that Kanako’s cheeks hardened, and immediately her mind was tied up, and what kind of situation she encountered again, Tadamasa demanded a form of repayment, and must have treated it with the same decision as in the beginning.

“Can you press the seal?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Just one more time before the divorce, one more time with me.”

“What?”

“Not as a wife, but as a slave.”

Tadamasa took out another letter.

After the ‘slave agreement’ was read, Kanako looked at Tadamasa.

“It may seem incredible to you, but there is no other way that I can continue to love you, and of course you don’t need to sign right now, but try it tonight, and if it’s good, sign it again!”

Tadamasa’s thoughts were very clear to Kanako.

Love with your heart, but not with your body!

“As I said before, I will do as you wish, and this is my repayment.”

Kanako signed both letters.

“Wash your body and put this on.”

Tadashi was holding out a tight black dress to her.

In a hotel in Roppongi.

From the time of marriage, with Mr. is not into the hotel, and this kind of hotel with sex games is also the first time.

Shower and put on black panties.

“Come here, Kanako!”

Tadamasa, wearing a pair of panties, sat on a wall-to-wall couch with a skeleton adorning the back wall and beckoned with his hand.

Kanako stood in front of Tadamasa in her stilettos, reflecting her beautiful face.

Mature and well-developed waist and lower abdomen, with leather clasps fastening them, and a fluorescent bra that held up the ample breasts and made that shape stand out even more.

“So beautiful, Kanako, from today you are no longer my wife, but my sex slave!”

“Yes, dear!”

After the speech, Tadamasa took out the leather whip used for riding horses and struck it.

Hitting Kanako’s plump thighs, Kanako stretched out with an “oooh…” and let out a small sob of grief.

“You are no longer my wife, address me as Master!”

“Aye! Aye! Master!”

Kanako’s cheeks hardened and she used a warbling voice, as nervous as if she were meeting her first night.

“Get down on your knees and hold out your hands!”

“Yes!”

Kneeling down, he held out his hands and put locks on his wrists.

“This one, buckle yourself in the leg!”

There was also an ankle cuff, and Kanako snapped on her own feet.

Then the lock on his neck, snapped in place and then Tadamasa stood up.

“Okay! Come!”

Pull the cuffs on by hand.

“Oooh…”

Face looking around, Kanako trailed after Tadamasa with four cuff rings on the bed.

The locks on her hands and feet made a grinding sound on the floor, hating but understanding that she was put in that position, but a sultry, sweet excitement lifted up inside Kanako again.

Walk to the center of the room, where the ceiling’s pulley dangles down to the refining bar, and lock both hands to that refining bar, and be hung like this.

Looking at Kanako’s curvaceous beauty, Tadamasa, who was circling around, said, “The body has become very flattering in these three months!”

Kanako lowered her eyebrows and clenched her teeth, terrified, at the very words that Tadamasa had been thinking in her heart, but unable to get out of her mouth, up until now, at this point.

“A call girl, who doesn’t have such a caressing body, should already need a man! She can’t hold back any longer, can she?”

Tadamasa dug the cream out of the bottle and applied it to his chest.

Turn to your back and remove your tight panties, coating your entire ass.

“Hey! This is your favorite!”

Tadamasa held the motorized tube in his hand and inserted the suspended Kanako, from her armpits up into that private part.

Despite the three-month thing, Tadamasa knew best about Kanako’s sexy belt.

The right ends and starts the left, which Tadamasa deftly maneuvers.

“Oooh…”

The end of the tube caused Kanako’s body to bounce and her voice to rise.

Sir’s skill with the tube accelerated, and the cream, previously applied, soaked into the body, sweetening the two most sensitive erogenous zones, tickling and feeling pain.

But it’s only been a month, and Kanako feels as if she’s already distant from sex.

The tube goes from the lower abdomen all the way towards the top of that lace.

Even though I hated it, the sense of anticipation burned in my body and unconsciously bulged out centered on my waist.

But Tadamasa, slide the inner thighs toward the roots while sliding them apart at the hips.

“Uh-huh!”

Caressing her ass longingly, Kanako’s ass gradually quivered and her whole body burned at once.

“They did the same to you, didn’t they! Be glad of it!”

The tip of the tube, pressed into that vagina again.

With a sense of shame, Kanako shook again at the sensation.

Then the tube rubbed gently in the middle of that.

“Ah! Aah!”

The nectar had been unstoppably flowing all the way out, and Kanako pressed her lower limbs open.

“Already wet like this, when did you become like this, Kanako?”

“Uh-huh!”

Kanako’s face turned red, but the part that was inserted in her body gave out a strong feeling of pleasure and beauty.

Tadamasa held the tube as Kanako let out a sweet sob.

“That’s your favorite.”

Take out the tight black panties with a penis that you used to wear every day and put them on.

“Perfect for a dog-cat slave like you to wear all tonight.”

After speaking, press the button on the remote control.

“Ah! Aah!”

Kanako looked up at the ceiling, exhibiting a beautiful white naked body.

A month, Kanako realized to herself that her lust, this instant, if a little fire, must have burned.

“Come on, please spare me!”

Beautiful hair all messed up, crying like a toddler.

“Your true nature is running out, isn’t it! Kanako has more favorites!”

Grabbed the whip and spanked that round ass from side to side.

Standing behind Kanako during the beatings, while hitting Kanako, he made Kanako suffer that pain while he himself reveled in the inexplicable pleasure.

To pay back that shame in Mr. Mental, in the midst of the swing, Kanako herself felt deeply that she was a dog-slave.

“Hit me! Hit me! Please master, hit me, I’m the slutty wife who betrayed you!”

Kanako’s emotions spread all over her body and screamed in a high pitched voice.

Suddenly stopping and thinking!

“Kanako!”

Tadamasa hugged Kanako from behind.

Starting from the neck to the ears, sucking very foodily, holding the beautifully shaped breasts and rubbing them upwards.

Take off those black panties.

At this time, Zhongzheng, also took off that underwear, and that thing between his femurs, was already standing up.

“Honey!”

Kanako let out an unimaginable sound of pleasure.

“You are my slave tonight and you will be my slave from now on, permanently.”

“Yes…master!”

From behind, Tadamasa, holding Kanako’s hips, thrusts in one breath.

There were a few ascents, a few caps no longer known, burning lust that flowed out along with tears of joy from Kanako.

This pleasure is also produced with Matsuzaki and Iwata.

There was no way that one’s own body, whether from the front, or the back, could ever be so above pleasuring as one’s favorite man.

It finally erupted, the hugging Tadamasa, exploding behind his rounded wife.

“Aww! Woo!”

Completely as if she didn’t know her own body, there as if she didn’t know, spraying on the sweet rush, Kanako’s kind of beastly moan was that she had already reached her climax.

“Kanako, come in!”

Yuki was already screaming in the bathroom as she undressed in the stripping arena.

Kanako quickly stood up and walked over to Yuki, who was already sitting on a long chair in the wide bathroom, and knelt in front of her.

“What do you want, ma’am!”

“Why are you so slow!”

Slapped Kanako twice with her hand, causing her eyes to spark.

“I’m sorry!”

Kanako clasped her hands together and lowered her head deeply.

On that head, Yuki pressed with both hands.

It’s been two months since Kanako became Tadamasa’s slave.

Excellent supervisor at work, but steps into the home and lives a life of total slavery.

Still wearing those black panties, with handcuffs and ankle cuffs strapped to his hands and feet.

Not a sex slave to Tadamasa, and when it’s over she’s not allowed to sleep in the same room, but in a steel cage that Tadamasa bought back.

But Kanako wouldn’t be displeased; this situation was even worse before the business trip, and every night Kanako was called into her room and subjected to the abuse of various new props.

After a month, Tadamasa brought back a female companion.

Kanako, who was wearing only a pair of panties, was frozen.

“Let me introduce, this is my slave, Kanako, and this one is my fiancée Yuki!”

Kanako thought there was something wrong with his ears.

“What are you doing! Can’t you say hello?”

“Yeah! Aye! Aye! First time, my name is Kanako!” After speaking, she lowered her head.

“Remember, Yuki is your Mistress and you must be sincere with her.”

“Yes!”

“Answer properly, Kanako!”

Tadamasa scolded harshly as Kanako looked at Yuki, her hands clasping each other.

“More please!”

Maybe early twenties, very tall like a fashion model.

Yuki who sneered at Kanako looking downward.

“Really, it’s like you said.”

“That’s for sure, if you haven’t made it clear to the person you’re marrying, you won’t be able to use the slave in the future!”

After saying that, he took Yuki’s hand by the wrist and told Kanako to lead the way.

The most humiliating part was being called to the dormitory that night.

Tadamasa and Yuki are lying on a double bed and Tadamasa flicks up the switch.

Having grown accustomed to that feeling, the defilement fell flat with the usual in the presence of a woman he was meeting for the first time.

When Tadamasa and Yuki are having sex, Kanako is also in the middle of that occasion and must watch it properly.

“Show that slave!” Yuki protested so at first.

“She was told to look because she was a slave.”

Tadamasa said as he caressed and began to moan as Yuki and Tadamasa, instead, burned more abnormally with Kanako present.

After Tadamasa ejaculated his own cum and Yuki’s nectar, he told Kanako to look at it and told her to lick it clean with her tongue, then ordered Kanako to lick the sticky stuff between Yuki’s legs.

“Spare me!”

“Lick it! Slave!”

The one who couldn’t stand it and hit Kanako was actually Yuki.

Kanako closed her lips tightly and buried herself between her knees.

Although Kanako refuses, Yuki stomps on her and Kanako falls to the floor.

Yuki seems to be treading on horses.

“Too capricious!”

When he finished, he hit both cheeks five or ten times before grabbing his hair and snapping it against the floor.

Standing up, she was struck by a whip, from the back of her head, the excruciating pain combined with the sad whimpering Kanako fell to the carpet.

Tadashi was watching the scene with his glass of wine.

Finally Kanako stopped crying and Yuki, who had dropped the whip, crossed to Kanako’s face.

“Lick it!”

The lips of the flower that were wet by Tadamasa, Kanako wiped them with her mouth.

Yuki quickly took Kanako as a slave from the next day, more over than Tadamasa.

Whenever you call Kanako over, put red pepper on the tube and tell her to wear it again.

When Kanako retired from the insurance company.

“Slaves are of course always to be next to their masters.”

Yuki is very confident in her beauty, but compared to Kanako, although taller and younger, her breasts and buttocks are not as voluptuous as Kanako’s, and these two points are Kanako’s victory.

With her mature curves, Yuki’s jealousy, whenever she thought of or saw Kanako’s body, felt like it was detonating.

Men certainly do like that kind of body.

White-skinned, full of fat, glistening with sensual beauty, and very even in beauty all over.

Add to that a dignified face, a good temperament, and the bearing of a young wife who has been brought up in a good home, and you can feel that beauty.

Even though it was like that, no matter how much he abused slave Kanako, he couldn’t stand just seeing Kanako.

“Yesterday, after I had intercourse with the gentleman, what did you do to help the master?”

“Clean it with your tongue!”

Yuki jumped.

“Not only that, right! You want oral sex, don’t you? You like your master’s one and want to tease it with your siren tongue, don’t you?”

“No, I didn’t prepare it that way!”

“Shut up, slave girl, don’t be capricious!”

Another slap in the face.

“For your information, legally, Chung-jung is mine, and that root of his belongs to me, too, mind you!”

“Aye! Mistress!”

Nodded, pardon me!

“Aye! YES! Say yes and don’t think I’ll forgive you!”

“None of that.”

“Hmm! How about tonight, Tadamasa has entertained guests to his home and is going to let you entertain them and have you executed like a slave! Happy!”

“Yes!”

“Why get so upset with that kind of answer!”

After an hour, Kanako had washed Yuki’s body.

“Hey! Will you be thirsty?”

Yuki, who got out of the bathtub, filled the leftover water in the bathtub with a face washer.

“Drink! Drink it all, with the sweat of the mistress.”

“Aye! Mistress!”

Forced to drink, Kanako squeezed her eyes shut and gulped down the bath water in one big gulp.

“How! Is it good? It’s got my pee in it!”

“Uh-huh!”

There was a feeling of wanting to throw up.

“What’s wrong, it doesn’t taste good?”

Yuki hit Kanako again.

“Ah! Very tasty!”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

“Another drink then!”

“Aye! Mistress!”

“Please!”

The face washer was filled with water and Kanako drank it dry again.

“It’s delicious! Thanks!”

Kneeling at Yuki’s feet, his hands merged and his forehead snapped to the floor tiles in gratitude.

“That! Another drink!”

“Aye! Aye! Mistress!”

Yuki pulled Kanako towards Tadamasa’s newly made playroom.

Entering the room, Kanako froze!

On the couch sat Tadamasa and three others, none of whom he recognized.

However, it should be someone Tadamasa has dealings with at work.

Those guests, eyeing Yuki bringing Kanako were focused.

Yuki, dressed in Chinese style clothes, said, “Hey! Slave girl, say hello to the guest!”

“Yes!”

“Guys, it’s a pleasure to come and play today, I’m a slave, so please be kind, my name is Kanako!”

“Put your head down a little!”

Yuki was not polite at all, and with her stilettos, she hit Kanako’s head, completely pinning it to the ground.

Kanako poured wine in her guest’s glass.

The more she becomes, the more graceful Kanako, the more her beautiful body and face impresses the guests.

“What do you think, gentlemen, of this slave!”

Tadashi was holding Kanako’s breasts.

“Wasn’t that a shock, Mr. Awara, not expecting such a great woman!”

To the man in sunglasses, in his fifties.

“It’s the first time, I’ve seen such a beautiful slave!”

The next to speak was the youngest man, actually hiding excitement in his speech.

The one sitting between those two, the one with lighter skin, would hold his cup and look at Kanako’s body.

“I’m relieved if you all like it, in fact this slave, who a while ago was the head of the class in the star insurance, is not only good looking, pretty, and has a good head on her shoulders, but she can work better than a man.”

“Really?”

The men nodded their heads, and the fire of lust flared up again.

Tadamasa noticed Kanako rubbing her thighs together.

“You want to go to the restroom right?” Yuki interjected.

“Just now, drink my bath water, five cups!”

“That way! Kanako!”

“Aye! I’m sorry! Master!”

Kanako locked her eyebrows and kept her legs shaking.

“Don’t be sorry, we’d like to see how the Beauty Section Chief goes to the bathroom!”

“Okay! That’s it!”

“Ah! Whatever the master wants, this don’t!”

Kanako’s certain death plea that the other party, besides Tadamasa, also had Yuki, and that it was shameful to pee before a guest you were meeting for the first time.

“As a slave, don’t talk!”

From the ceiling locks hands in a pendant.

But it’s already the limit of peeing.

“Still can’t pee and bring out the bathroom water.”

“That one is going to come and feed this slave?”

“In that case, let me!”

The one who stood up was the guest with the lighter complexion.

The other two guests, who were also very sexual, were next to Kanako.

“Speak up, beautiful slave courser!”

The man, unable to help himself, pinched Kanako’s nose.

“Oooh…”

Locking her eyebrows, Kanako sighed, the moment that mouth opened.

“Don’t tip it over, okay? It’s got my pee in it!”

It flowed with warm water and drank it all while Kanako’s eyes were closed.

The man’s eyes glazed over with lustful thoughts, and instead of pouring the water all at once, he poured it down a little at a time.

During that time, the urge to pee was brought under control for a bit.

“Hey! Drink it all!”

In the stomach was now filled with water, a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Despite concentrating on her urethra for a moment, the filled-up Kanako was no longer able to resist.

When the entire amount of water would be finished, Kanako coughed lightly…

“Ahem! Cough!”

His lower limbs trembled and he couldn’t help but sit down.

But it takes a long time to sit down because your hands are hanging.

“Ah! Nasty…”

Kanako, her naked body glistening from sweat, the man with glasses, started stroking her buttocks from behind.

(Why at this time?)

Disgusting hand, chastised by Kanako, but there was no escaping that hand.

The youngest man, at the end, touched the nipple towards his chest and twisted it.

Highly sensitive breasts are easier to feel in tension, so to speak, in order to suppress the deadly pleasure Kana-chan did her best.

Outside of that, Kanako’s body was in a state of defenselessness.

The nipples slowly hardened, and the young man, holding his entire chest.

At this point, the man who had been getting his hips, and who wore glasses, inserted a finger into his vagina, stroked his clit, and then wrapped other fingers around it.

“Ah! Don’t do that!”

The sound that came out now was Kanako’s thin voice.

The man, however, was still rubbing at the urethra.

“It’s going to…it’s going to flow…”

For a split second, the whole body shook and a few drops of urine dripped down as the men’s hands all left while their faces were tilted upward for a moment.

But immediately afterward, from the lower limb part of Kanako, like a waterfall, the whole thing spurted out.

Between the long, incessant releases of urine, what invaded Kanako most intensely was the lampblossom in her body that was glowing and becoming more and more sweet.

Those moral values, shame, reason, self-respect, and even character, were taken away from them, and they were intoxicated like a blue sky.

“Truly a beautiful courser among women!”

One by one, the men cooed and laughed, revealing glowing eyes as they caressed toward Kanako’s body, tongue, lips, and hands, all together.

Completely defenseless, Kanako’s body, under the very heat of becoming, burned the fire of sexual love in her faculties for the caresses of the men.

“Right! Right! And lots of bath water!”

Yuki brought more bath water and the man poured it through Kanako’s mouth again.

“Oooh… oooh…”

No longer able to put up much resistance, Kanako drank against her will.

“You can have the rest of the bath water!”

Yuki pulled her hair back and turned her face sideways as the tearful Kanako, with her abused look, gave Yuki an inexplicable pleasure.

Tadamasa, who was sitting on the couch watching, got the call, said something, and walked out of the game room.

Walked to the foyer and opened the door.

“Sorry to be late!”

There were two men standing.

“Ah! Come in!”

Tadamasa led the pair into the sitting room.

“Where’s the missus?”

“Mrs.? Whoa! Kanako isn’t my wife anymore, she’s my slave, thanks to the great help of you two!”

When Tadamasa finished, he sat down front with Matsuzaki and Iwata.

“It’s amazing that the head of that class with such high self-esteem would sign divorce papers and a slave contract!”

Matsuzaki went to get cigarettes.

“After conditioning, the courser loved intercourse, but it’s unbelievable that it would turn out like this!”

“Of course, I have thought about it, but the two of you, this visit to you in this matter, only want to take advantage of the wife’s affair to take possession of the property, but the wife so cherished the husband and wife, let me sigh!”

“Hi! Hi! You should be full then!”

“Why! A woman who is so earnest at all as a wife would have lustful thoughts, and a woman who is otherwise morally strong is more guilty herself than others.”

“That’s so! But with a wife that pretty and beautiful and rich, of course there’s going to be a little danger!”

“In my case, it’s like what I said before, I’ll be with Kanako because of her property, of course if I say it’s not beauty or body though it’s a lie, but basically, I’m not interested in a smart superior type of woman like her, to make it clear, living together will feel boring, so I just want to get my hands on the property sooner rather than later, and for anything else I’m only counting on the two of you! “

“Why should such a beautiful woman be made a slave?”

“Well! In a nutshell, I began to hold love for Kanako, but I have no property or status of my own, so I wanted to make her a slave.”

“But it would be a shock to learn that the selfsame property had been robbed!”

“Hey! Oi! Don’t say that, I don’t have any money, I’m just using it effectively instead of her, the first slave has no property, and that’s where you get your daily bread, so don’t nag!”

“Right! Thank you!”

Iwata rubbed his chin for a moment.

“I still miss the class president’s body now!”

Matsuzaki also thought back and ran his tongue over his upper lip.

“Tonight, let’s get you guys in touch with long-lost asses, with tongues that I only felt last night!”

Tadamasa finished and stood up.

The curvaceous beauty of Kanako’s two suspended hands dazzled the guests.

The three guests were repetitive, using water bottles to fill them with chanterelle water.

During this time, how many times she had relieved herself of urine and how many times she had been abused Kanako no longer knew.

“How! Already a slave!”

When Chung-jung returned, the guests said.

“So sensitive, surprisingly so, with such an airy face, such a made-up waist, and a reverie-inducing purr.”

Man with glasses.

“That look, it was fantastic!”

The younger man also spoke in an excited voice.

“Yikes! This slave is not so, there will be more beautiful sounds to follow, so you might as well take your time and enjoy them!”

Kanako listened, waiting for a sharper, harsher rebuke, so sweetly unsettling that it sent a natural fire through her body.

Tadamasa called out and two men walked in and touched Kanako’s body.

One groped the ass, the other the soft breasts.

Eyes closed, at such a caress, Kanako’s sensuality became sharper and sharper.

The duo, unlike the previous guests, caressed Kanako’s body, infusing their passion for Kanako’s burning desire.

In the midst of their back and forth, Kanako’s pleasure had squirted out, but suddenly felt strange.

When initially touched, the chest wonderfully burned all over the body the moment it was touched.

(Could it be…)

Kanako turned around and ah…

Kanako’s mind was already confused.

Slave contracts, all for the sake of game extension.

Marrying Yuki is also part of the scheme.

Doesn’t the fact that Tadamasa brought Matsuzaki and Iwata say it all?

(I’ve been lied to…)

（Who’s gonna save me!)

Tried to scream out furiously, but there was no power left and it was useless!

In desperation, it was too late!

In the darkness, from the despair within and the pleasure expanding within, Kanako’s mind had lost its way.

“Oooh… oooh…”

Kanako, who was crying loudly, met Matsuzaki’s lips, her own lips pressed, her tongues sucked together again, and sad, sweet tears flowed from her eyes, while between her three thighs she cooperated with the other’s high, open manhood, and her white, voluptuous buttocks, making a mixed effort.