Are you mister Mike-san?”I affirm. She greets me with local politeness, and I return her bow.“I am Ran. Please follow me to the hotel.”After a b...ief walk we arrive at that Japanese institution, a love hotel. I rent a room for two hours. We go for “standard”. Tonight should bring enough hot, new experiences without splurging on “Mirror Paradise” or “Princess Fantasy”.Once in the room, I hand Ran her fee. She sits me down on the bed, moves two steps back and takes off her top and skirt with slow. It felt very strange, surreal almost in being outside all deckedout now, dressed totally as a woman. He'd felt the nervousness as he exited the kitchen door and stood on thetop step outside then gasped as he felt for the first time the strangesensation as the cool morning breeze whistled around his shaved andnyloned legs and fluttered the skirt of his dress. He made his way tothe clothesline in the back yard and looked down at the high wedgesandals he was wearing and noticed how his nylons. They nodded politely towards me and then walked away leaving Nick and me alone together."So what's your name?" he asked."Anna," I replied, smiling like a school girl. But I couldn't help it.Nick's eyes glanced down at my heaving chest and I noticed a bulge appearing in his trousers. He took my hand and we stepped into his black, chauffeur driven limo that took us to his hotel, the Charlotte Street Hotel. We rushed to his room and locked the door before I could even take a breath. He turned to. She is too concerned about being taken by the master, and whatever these things are, than anything else. She wiggles her hips, reaching down to touch herself. She explores her cunt, rather than her prick, because it is so new and so much more exciting than the thing she has had her whole life.One of the tentacles slides along her quivering slit, forcing away her hand. Kamari lets out a small gasp, arching toward it. The tentacle slithers a little inside and wiggles around, sliding up and down..