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"Remember your instructions, Akiko."
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"Come with me at moms once," Korjdaan ordered. "We 8 must here find Ms. Masumi. I have work for her."
I was lucid again, the instant I recognized my boss. And if Keeley was on the right screen, the blonde on the left had to be... Shit! My best bud Max was trapped in some bondage nightmare, while some street creepy bald dude oiled her up! I had to here find out where they 8latinastreet both were and rescue them. I stood up 8, getting ready to kick 8 out 8latinastreet of my high heels and 8 bust some heads, but the 8 monitors held street my street attention 8latinastreet. Then latina moms I 8 realized something else.
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