(Raijuuta strikes. In an instant, Kenshin has drawn his own blade and turns Raijuuta's stroke aside. They separate.)Tsukayama (coming up with a tray):...Oh, a match between master swordsmen! You can really see the skill, can't you! Well, don't mind me, please continue. I'll just leave the tea here.(He leaves.)Raijuuta: People will interfere. We'll leave our match for now, but don't forget. Join me, or be killed by me. You have two choices.Kenshin: I'll have to refuse both.Raijuuta: Feh... (They. Swish…Twack!! Swish…Twack!! Swish…Twack!!Steve brought down the paddle three times in quick succession. Three very hard diagonal strokes across Melissa’s fleshy bare bottom. Just as quickly as the paddle made contact…three new brightly red patches formed across her bottom. She cried out with each stroke…if it wasn’t for the bonds holding her in place; Melissa would have fallen off our bed. She screamed out, “No more…ohhhhh please no more!” She burst into tears…heartfelt tears. If she. They were all wearing green badges, which contrasted with their red uniform jackets.“People with green badges like this are civilians. If they don’t have a badge on at all, then it might be a test from corporate, or not. But that’s our inviolate rule. Green badge means good guy,” Melvin said as he held the door for us. “And this is first night. We’re not going to have much happen tonight, other than dinner.”“Why do I feel like this isn’t a regular kind of Christmas Party?”Mike laughed. “Because. My breasts were engorged, my nipples taut. How I desired your touch. How I wanted your hands to cup them - to squeeze them - to make me cry out in pleasure. I took your hands then and guided them downwards until the rag engulfed my swollen bosom. It was so luxurious to be washed this way, the water steaming and the lather rich and thick. "Turn around," you breathed into my ear. I obediently presented my back to you, sitting inside your legs my body close to yours. A jet of warm water caressed.