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Not done with Sasha yet, you keep swinging the pendulum.”
“You are from Japan, sweetheart.”
Sasha seems taken aback. “No I-I...my p-parents are,” she insists weakly. “I’m from...f-from-”
“You’re from Japan. You are native Japanese.”
“Na...n-native Japanese?” She asks, sounding so confused. So overwhelmed is Sasha that she stumbles back a little.
“Yes, Sasha. You are not from here. You are from Japan. You are new to America.”
“I...new...me new...me new to America...” she admits, the hint of an accent in her voice.
“You don’t speak English very well, but you understand me.”
“Me under...understand you...me no speak English good...” she says with a very thick accent this time, clutching her temple. Her outfit changes, her boots becoming sandals and her clothes becoming a long, plain dress, an ensemble she probably mere bought days ago.
“Your first name is Suzuki, not Sasha.”
“Me name...Suzuki...Suzuki Hashimoto...” she murmurs, the change clearly easy to accept.
“Good girl...and you are in a very sexy kimono.”
“Me in...sexy kimono...” she agrees, her clothes transforming once more into a bright red kimono, complete with red lipstick and winged eyeliner and a flower in her hair. Suzuki grabs her head, clearly dumbfounded.
“And Suzuki...you’re here to suck my cock.”
“Suzuki...Suzuki no slut...” she protests, shocking you a little.
“No Suzuki, you’re a big slut, and you are here to suck my cock.”
“Suzuki...b-big...oh...” she begins, moaning a little. “Big slut...here for cock...cock...”
She keeps moaning, now staring at the bulge in your pants. Ready to let your Japanese slut loose, you lower the pendulum.
“You are from Japan, sweetheart.”
Sasha seems taken aback. “No I-I...my p-parents are,” she insists weakly. “I’m from...f-from-”
“You’re from Japan. You are native Japanese.”
“Na...n-native Japanese?” She asks, sounding so confused. So overwhelmed is Sasha that she stumbles back a little.
“Yes, Sasha. You are not from here. You are from Japan. You are new to America.”
“I...new...me new...me new to America...” she admits, the hint of an accent in her voice.
“You don’t speak English very well, but you understand me.”
“Me under...understand you...me no speak English good...” she says with a very thick accent this time, clutching her temple. Her outfit changes, her boots becoming sandals and her clothes becoming a long, plain dress, an ensemble she probably mere bought days ago.
“Your first name is Suzuki, not Sasha.”
“Me name...Suzuki...Suzuki Hashimoto...” she murmurs, the change clearly easy to accept.
“Good girl...and you are in a very sexy kimono.”
“Me in...sexy kimono...” she agrees, her clothes transforming once more into a bright red kimono, complete with red lipstick and winged eyeliner and a flower in her hair. Suzuki grabs her head, clearly dumbfounded.
“And Suzuki...you’re here to suck my cock.”
“Suzuki...Suzuki no slut...” she protests, shocking you a little.
“No Suzuki, you’re a big slut, and you are here to suck my cock.”
“Suzuki...b-big...oh...” she begins, moaning a little. “Big slut...here for cock...cock...”
She keeps moaning, now staring at the bulge in your pants. Ready to let your Japanese slut loose, you lower the pendulum.
What do you do now?
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