I wentover, opened the closet and switched on the ceiling light. I pulledout a trunk, opened it, then stood back looking at the stunning arrayof linge...ie in the trunk and dresses that hung in the closet now infront of me! I felt I should have stopped right there and justforgotten about it, but I wanted to experience some of those things.And in knowing I had a compulsion for soft and feminine things in thefirst place, it was just too much and I found I couldn't stop myself!My head was in a whirl. It surprised him that she still swayed in his arms. “Did you actually play it?” He nodded, and she continued. “If you fuck me before tomorrow night at 10:55 pm, and you win the jackpot, then you have to pay me half the money, Ken.”He laughed, delighted. “That’s the most expensive fuck in history,” he said, without thinking. She laughed, but smacked his hand off her rear end.“Sorry.”“It would be the most expensive fuck in history, you’re right. And I’d be something like $60 million richer.” She. Bang. Bang. Bang. He punched me in the stomach over and over again until I was on the floor again, retching and gasping for breath. He pulled back his foot to kick my stomach but I said quietly “Vincent. Vincent Frau Hacku.” He placed his foot back on the floor. The guards behind Ayanami looked flustered and traumatised but I ignored them and focused my attention on Ayanami who was now pacing backwards and forwards infront of me. He stopped abruptly, and I flinched back from him.“I’ll be back. " Excuse me?" Look, Josh, when I drink I get horny. In the cab when you held me and I was pressed against your body, I got very horny. When I get very horny I want to fuck. Tell me you don't want this?" Jasmine raised both hands into the air and posed. I eyed her from head to toe. The lingerie looks fabulous on her. The material hugged her body just right that it showcased her hourglass figure. Her tits pressed together and almost spilling out. Her smooth legs were covered in thigh-high.