Until then you will have to be satisfied with our gifts." He pointed to the money. "Are they not substantial?"Yes, but we still wonder why.'"Ah, final...y we come to the heart of the matter. We feel the Americans are trying to take over the world. We cannot allow that. Our military is not strong enough to take on the Americans. You have the only successful campaign against the Americans in 40 years. We want to provide you with support in exchange for the occasional use of your warriors to attack. We're two equal swordsmen. It'll be easy to tell which will kill and which will be killed.Misao: Go, Himura! Now you've got a sword, it'll be easy!Okina: It's no good. Himura won't draw the sword. No, he probably can't. He's sworn to be a vagabond who does not kill. It's forbidden for him to draw any sword but the reverse blade.Misao: But that doesn't count at a time like this! He has to kill, or he'll be killed! I don't know what kind of killer Himura was before, but he has to kill one more. His hips rocked back and forth, showing me what he wanted. It was easier if I did that, so I followed his motion, and then added my own. The hot crown surged towards the back of my mouth with every stroke. “Oh my God!” My fingers were building at the same rate between my legs. I was going to make myself orgasm right in front of Rick. Although he hadn’t touched me, it felt different, more exciting and the orgasm was going to be more powerful, more rewarding. My legs drew themselves together. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the.