What parent wouldn’t be suffering at a time like this? Now it was all on his shoulders. Steve quickly made his decision, but didn’t reveal it imme...iately. ‘So tell me this,’ he began calmly. ‘Will any of you go with me if I agree to this? I hate to do this alone.’ Steve found it interesting that so many of the women looked to their husbands in response to his question. Slowly, reluctantly, six men raised their hands, while the woman that had identified herself as Michelle’s D’Anjou’s cousin. And if there was onething that she did know about Japanese men and that wasthat they hated losing face more than anything else.She softened her face and forced a smile, “Listen I’msorry, okay?”Again a torrent of Japanese.“Oh fuck it, I’ve said sorry now get your hands off ofme.” She again tried to prize his fingers off of herarm.But he wasn’t having any of it and he again launched ather with a barrage of Japanese while he held her armtightly. This was. I raised my head and looked her in the eye and something passed between us. No words were spoken but I could see the plea in her eyes.I put my head down again and shuffled into a better position. I looked at her pussy and all I could think was how pretty it looked all pink and wet. As I leaned forward bracing my hands on her silky smooth legs I heard her murmur with a shake in her voice."Oh God, yes."I gently ran my tongue over her folds and felt her entire body stiffen momentarily. I savored. It was an eerie feeling, the air inside heavy and full of expectation. It was always like that, and Mallory associated this quiet moment with the sex that always followed. Weeks earlier, she'd been terrified by that sense of vacuum, but now her fear had gone, replaced by a flush of tingling heat as her pussy became wet with anticipation. “Um, I’m not much for condoms,” the man said, reaching for his wallet. “Would you mind if we go bareback? I want it to be good.”Mallory sighed, shook her head..