The heat is taxing and causing me to feel very lazy. I managed to stay a little cool with the use of several fans. If it wasn't for the wait on the re...air man I would have left hours ago. Maybe I could get lucky and a hot repair women would show up. With nothing to do but wait, I am starting to feel a little horny. I decide to rest a bit, hoping I might find some comfort. I remove all of my clothing and throw the covers from the bed. I place one of the fans as close as I could to the bed in an. “You can leave and return when the restaurant closes,” said the manager.“I don’t mind waiting,” said Yuki. Mainly, she didn’t want to be seen in public after abandoning her teaching position at school during lunch -- a very un-Japanese thing to do.She waited there some time even after the restaurant closed, then the manager asked her to undress, right there in the office.“Naked?” asked Yuki.“Yes,” said the manager. “Naked.”Yuki undressed and set her clothes and purse and other personal items on. Its intention was tospotlight the horrors hidden from view that often occur in a police state. Myintention is to capture some of that frightening atmosphere while incorporatingthe ponygirl theme. The following is areal story that never happened! Chapter 1 ?Please don?t hurt me,? she pleaded.?Ugh!? the woman grunted as the goon slapped her on theback of her head. His breath smelled of garlic and onions.She was dressed in a long white cotton robe. She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared?. " With that, he logged went afk, and was silent. And now she sat, on this awful plug in her asshole, dry and burning, kneeling in front of her machine, his words still in the box he had left her to read, her entire body trembling. It was what she wanted, to be trapped, to be his, to be his object. The beating scared her, scared her bad, and she knew that he was much more depraved then she even knew about. As she called to secure her emergency 401K loan to give her.