It was a love story between an American hentai artist living in Japan and a mysterious local girl.The English was great, with just a few glitches. But...the content of the story – an American and a Japanese ingenue, with just enough details changed to maintain plausible deniability – seemed like a come-on to him. The explicitly written blowjob scene was especially aggravating. He had scrawled in the margins Not appropriate for school but he was sure that would just please her more.Ryan wondered. --- "What did you say?" --- Hank asked. --- "We can't hear you."--- "Thank you, sir, for fixing my jaw." --- She said to Sam. Then she turned to Hank and said --- "And thank you, sir, for dislocating it."--- "No problem sweetie. Always happy to help." - said Hank--- "You are a real trooper, Hank." --- said Sam, and they both laughed.--- "Can I go now, sir?" --- she said, thinking she proved herself to them. --- "Please. My parent will worry."They only laughed.--- "Maybe after I'll fuck your. Please don’t cry,” he said pulling me up into his arms. I cried into his chest and felt ashamed that I could not just let the fear go. He rubbed my back and told me it was ok over and over. How was I so lucky that he was so patient? I curled up in his arms burying my head in his chest and as I started to feel better, I came up with a question. I bit my lip and looked up at him. “Have you talked to her since camp?” I asked trying to take my mind off stopping him again. He nodded, “We’ve talk. Without warning Rudeolph got his face washed and Mya slumped back into the chair. Mya was exhausted when Rudeolph laughingly complained that it was his turn, when a voice from behind asked if Madam or Sir would require anything further, They turned to see a very slim blonde, aged about 30, stood by the door with her hand inside her knickers and was merrily rubbing herself. It was clear she had seen the earlier performance and was now in need of action herself.Mya looked at Rudeolph and nodded,.