Either Kenshin or this Raijuuta guy.(Raijuuta strikes. In an instant, Kenshin has drawn his own blade and turns Raijuuta's stroke aside. They separate...)Tsukayama (coming up with a tray): Oh, a match between master swordsmen! You can really see the skill, can't you! Well, don't mind me, please continue. I'll just leave the tea here.(He leaves.)Raijuuta: People will interfere. We'll leave our match for now, but don't forget. Join me, or be killed by me. You have two choices.Kenshin: I'll have to. I tongue, lick, and nibble your asshole. Each time I flick my tongue around and in your asshole I feel your knees buckle a little and your body start to quiver. I reach my hand over, and now my fingers were also penetrating inside your asshole helping my tongue reach deeper inside by spreading your asshole, wider with my fingers. I am also using your own juices from your pussy, as natural lubricant, so my fingers can slide deeper into your asshole. I can feel you pressing your ass back into. I urge you up the stair with a light slap on your ass and you yelp playfully, scurrying a bit faster. The sway of your inviting butt is mesmerizing and I have a hard time even letting you up the stairwell, but determination wins us to the bedroom. Clothes are tugged, your dress top halfway off your shoulder as our kiss deepens. I back you slowly to the bed as I pull off my shirt and feel you run your fingertips up my abs with just enough pressure to scrape. It makes me draw a deep breath and. ‘Damn, I ‘m thirty two, reasonably good looking, and I like sex,’ Chantal was thinking. ‘This can’t be the best I can get. I want more excitement, no, I just want more!’ Chantal turned off her computer and headed reluctantly home. How to commence the needed transformation mystified her, and occupied her thoughts as she drove home to prepare another dinner for Bill. After eating, Bill announced, ‘I’ll be going to a construction materials conference next week. I’ll be in Reno and should be gone.