I knew that if this kept up much longer I was going to cream my swimsuit."We had better stop," I said, pulling away."Why?" She asked, looking hurt, "I...thought you said I was a good kisser." Yes, Naruko, you're a very good kisser which is having a very stimulating effect on me."She still didn't get it. She was more innocent than her kisses implied. I stepped away. The tent pole poking out from my suit was quite obvious. Her eyes became wide when she finally understood. She stared down at my. ” “That’s not what I meant. You know this. When have I ever treated you like a whore?” The way that he said the word whore, his accent never more prevalent, echoed through the apartment. “You just did. Now leave.” “No.” “What?” “I don’t want to,” he states flatly, as if that is going to make some type of difference to me. “You are old enough for your wants not to hurt you. Buy yourself another toy.” Bartholomew comes closer, but he does not position himself to walk out of the still open door.. With the unit hidden first one then the other fell asleep. Sandra pulled the sheet back to see blood and other body fluids over their young skin. With a silent command cleansers came in the window. The cleaning was done first.The top sheet was put on the floor and the girls were put onto it. After a minute she turned them over. The med units were working on their torn orifices. While this was happening Sandra worked her way into the pimp's mind. He knew of no direct threat to Catrina or any of. When she was finished, he was left alone. He felt a burning sensation on his skin. For some reason he knew why. He knew all his hair was being removed including the hair on his head. He was now barely struggling. There just wasn't much point right now. It was best to cooperate, at least for the time being. After about an hour the man and woman returned. Jim was again hosed down; he felt all the hair coming off him and looked down at his now smooth body, completely hairless. He felt.