.. and his job ... had exhausted his reserves.“Tired people make mistakes,” was his last thought. He slept. Not just the night but Sato slept for ...6 hours.The only thing that got him out of bed was a protesting bladder ... emergency mode. While he was standing, the thought struck him that sitting might be a good idea too. While he was at it, he might as well refresh. He looked longingly at his brass fitted ofuro. Teak, a meter and a half wide by two meters long and 66 cm deep ... big enough to. You know how this story goes, smart kid born into a poor family, limited opportunities and lack of supervision. My mom wasn’t to blame for any of it, she was a hard worker that had to pick up the slack when my piece of shit father decided that shooting up was more important then taking care of his family. Mom was always working to put food on the table and I was left to my own devices for the most part, and everything was going great until I reached the age where you start realizing that people. She pushed her way through the small line of people waiting to pay the cover fee, and into the main area of the club. Head down, she headed to the side of the stage and through the “employees only” door. Angel squinted as the harsh lights hurt her eyes. That would take a moment to adjust to. She found an empty spot at the table in front of the large mirror that spanded across the far wall. She set her bag on the table, and pulled out out the skimpy garments, and striped of what she was wearing.. "He poured the lotion into his hands and started smearing my back with it. He covered my arms, and I was surprised when he went down my sides. My breasts were sticking out the sides from laying on them, and I felt his fingers roll over what was sticking out. Before I could recover from that, Ramone's hands were on the small of my back and made their way over my buttocks. Down my legs, he went doing each leg separately. On his return trip from my ankles, his hands were on my inner thighs. So.