Mistress Kimiko has ordered me to dream of the day I’ll finally be allowed to provide such service myself. But luckily she hasn’t specified which aspect of that surely paradisiacal experience to favor. So in keeping with my current method of distraction I don’t picture my own ministrations or Mistress’ imagined response. That would truly be intolerable. Inside I imagine hated Aiko in my place after I have usurped hers: watching bound and helpless with absolutely murderous jealousy as the despised male outperforms her most herculean efforts. If that is to be the case, however, I’d better develop some damn-near superhuman c*********s skills. For nearly ninety minutes the madly inspired little lesbian never falters in her ever more enthusiastic ministrations. And over this time she pleasures