I don’t need this shit. You can understand that, can’t you?’ Mick continued his silent stare, unimpressed. And Harry realised he was not getting...or going anywhere. ‘So, what’s planned for me? I can’t shit money I didn’t take.’ He sat down and took a long chug of the beer from the bottle provided for his refreshments. ‘A mince pie would be nice. I’m starving.’ ‘Good.’ Mick replied. ‘Me too. Boss never gave me any food either. You have a beer.’ ‘Look, you and I could sneak out and find a place to. Iwas glad for the diversion from the current topic."It has to be turned on first, Akane-kun." I smiled, watching the smallwoman try to pull up the sleeves, waist, and pant legs as she stumbledout of the bedroom. She was absolutely swimming in the thing. Akane'sattention quickly turned to my Ex-O as Jack began to mentally guide herthrough the suit's initialization process. Within minutes, our newestsister looked smart in her very own set of regulation dress whites."Well now, Ens. Moritsu, that. I felt her loosen and yield to me. She sank still lower, presenting her neck to my mercy. How far could I push her? I ran my fingers down over her spine, stroking out each nobbly bone. She didn't resist me: she barely seemed aware of me. I ran my hands over her hips; he sank obligingly lower, until she folded at the waist like a rag doll. “Perhaps”, I whispered to her, “You'd be better off lying down flat?” “Mmm”. She let me rearrange her as I wished. I stroked her legs open, leggings still. She was gorgeous with perfect shapes (in fact, a bit extra). She got 36dd boobs, 32 navel, and 34 hips (confirmed it with her later). I had dinner there and came back home. The next day when I was going out, I found her in the lift and desperately wanted to start a conversation. I greeted her and passed a compliment that she was looking gorgeous yesterday at the party. She was flushed with my comment and invited me to have coffee at her home. Taking it as a chance, I followed her. In no time.