Na cidade morta, tristeza, não lavado pela tempestade. One more summer night. In the dead city, sorrow, unwashed by the storm. March 10, 1945 Her l...ver was dying, Mai sat alone with her. Nothing could exceed the desolation of her surroundings on that early summer night. Her beloved Kimiko, a young woman who would soon be taken from her, coughed in her troubled, thin sleep. Mai sat in the dark on the third-floor of a wood-and-paper boarding-house. It was so quiet, even the cicadas had. The x-rated picture is still showing on the screen. “What about Erin Collins?”“She was a bit surprised by what I was doing in front of her camera. My lack of inhibitions. Opening my legs… showing her my private regions… touching myself…”Angela reaches over and takes up the camera. She is pushing some buttons, scrolls through its memory. “Here,” she says, while sliding next to me on the sofa. This is her… after I took over the camera… I shot some footage… for my eh… ‘private collection.” We both. I shut the door and took off my clothes looking at my body in the mirror, ive been a cheerleader since i was 5 so i had a pretty nice body, C cup breasts, and a nice ass. I had long brown hair and brown eyes. I turned on the shower and stepped in, the warm water felt great hitting my boobs and running down my body to my smoothly shaven pussy. I washed my hair, body and spending extra time washing my breasts and rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.I got out of the shower and. “He knows how much I dislike that bitch.”“Which is why Shapiro wants us on this. He figures you’ll redirect your anger toward whoever did this, and maybe collar...” Elizabeth doesn’t get to finish.“She’s the reason Danny Big Daddy Fry got off that racketeering charge last year, and why our money laundering case before that got shut down. It was her stupid technicalities that lost us both,” Alison argues passionately.“And Shapiro thinks if it was Danny Fry or someone from the laundering case,.