Can't see more than three or four feet anyway. There could be a whole army out there and we couldn't tell."Silently agreeing with him Jorge shifted hi... sight and started to scan for heat forms. Granted he was limited to only a hundred feet or so but it was better than not being able to see anything. As his eyes became used to sifting out the smaller forms of mice, rabbits and the smaller animals normally found across an open field like this his scan picked up nothing. Well not totally nothing. “What was that?” I asked. He cleared his throat. “I said, I’ll give you another two hundred if… if…” “If what?” “If you’ll fuck me with that.” My eyes went wide, but I have to admit I was turned on by the idea. “You want me to arse-fuck you with this, for two hundred quid?” All he could do was gulp and nod. I swear shop assistant guy was literally drooling at the idea. I turned to him, “Well, if you want pictures of that, it’ll cost you an extra hundred.” Shop assistant was suddenly quite. She was 50, looked 35, and dressed like that they wondered what she was doing with him as he was 50 and looked 55. Was she a hooker? Or was it the usual rich guy gets the hot chick deal. When the lights went on after the stage show, her crossed legs revealed the top of her stockings peeking out below the hem of her skirt; he reached over to pull her skirt down.As they crossed the lobby of their hotel, his nervousness over being with this sexy woman was turning to excitement about going upstairs. )Sanosuke (bursting into the clearing up ahead): Hey, where are you! Who do you think you are, messing around with people's meals?(A man is sitting cross-legged inside a ring of statues. He chants, and strikes the ground with his sword. The statues rattle.)Sanosuke (thinking): A monk training in esoteric Buddhism? But what is this, some kinda charm? (Praying for good crops?)(The man chants and strikes the ground again; each statue bursts into tiny fragments. Noticing Sanosuke's presence, he.