one scorching afternoon, i, who works in insurance sales, met yumi-san, the president's wife. surprisingly, she seemed to be going to conclude a contract, and invited me to her home, but there's no way such a good thing would happen, and she proposed 'reverse pillow sales' as a condition of the contract!? yumi-san forcefully approaches me, who is confused. sweat running down her neck, the alluring scent of a married woman. even though i knew it was something forbidden, i, who had my body and mind dominated from that day on, continued to have my seed squeezed out…
Madonna
