At the heart of the Hall’s complex, a banquette table was set up for anyone hungry and entertainment in the form of a small band were playing in the...background while the Justice League were dressed formally for their guest’s arrival.Superman was dressed in formal robes from his native Krypton, speaking with J’onn J’onzz who had also taken a more dressed down appearance with his clothes. His dark blue cape embroidered and enveloping him like robes of his own. With her arm looped around her. She was dressed like a shrine maiden. Mitsuko knelt at the door, nodding her head.Sayuri entered.Shadows flashed. Light flared. Sayuri chanted in sonorous Japanese, bells tinkling. There was a muffled crash, cutting off Sayuri's words and then wanton moans. Chris trembled, pulling her cock out of Yoshiko's pussy, and stared at Mitsuko.She bit her lip, her hand reaching out, touching the door. She kept touching it, like she wanted to open it, then hesitated and lowered her hands. People murmured. "I know you think that he is this nice, unoffending person, but he has a pretty dark side too." I never saw that in him," she said."Most people don't, but it's there," I told her. "I knew that he would do this for me, not because he necessarily gets off on it, but because he would know that I need it. Although, to be fair, he does get off on it." So what has he had you do?" she asked.I looked at her askance. "Are you really sure that I should be telling you all the dirty secrets of my deviance?. “Well, I was thinking of just trimming it for you,” she suggested. “You can’t imagine how itchy it gets down there and burns and gets all red when I shave it bald.”“Is that normal?”“Yes, but it’s far worse the first time around.”“Well then, don’t do it anymore,” he said like it was an ultimatum.“OK, I’ll just trim the hair so that nothing escapes and peeks out the sides of my small bikini.”“Oh, like when you were wearing that G-string the other day?”“I didn’t think you noticed. I’ve been.