“ Well, have fun.“ Armand quickly lost interest. “ Thanks, but that's not all. We're also going to a hotel for the night.” his dad said. “...Why?” he asked. Armand's dad just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “ Eww, oh god! That's gross!” he said, as he tried not to throw up the bite of bagel. Armand's dad chuckled. “ Son, when your my age, you'll understand.” his dad said. “ I understand now but, I just wish I didn't think too much about it.” “ Alright, hurry up and finish your food. I also knew that stepping in, telling her what I knew and trying to offer her my help would probably just send her off running. She walked slowly to the shady corner of her garden, hidden from the eyes of the world, and I cursed my inability to come up with a plan to help her. I walked downstairs and was greeted by Alfred, happily chewing on one of his favorite shoes. When he saw me heading towards the door he gave a low bark and followed me out, waving his tail to me as he ran past and started. Bringing her hands up to play with her lovely boobs a little – gently cupping them and running her fingertips over her nipples. She continues to check that the camera is on her the whole time. Loving being watched as she sinks into bestiality.Once she feels like we’ve watched this for long enough, she pulls back away from the dog – and strokes some of her long black hair out of her face, making sure she still looks her best. “I think that’s enough of that ... What do you think?” She says, more. What do you do at a time like this. It's a tragedy... and I can't think of a single word that will change that.(Yahiko gives the house an angry glare. Inside, Yutarou sits on his bed, staring at the floor. Meanwhile, in the garden, Tsukayama and Kenshin are deep in conversation.)Tsukayama: If you remember, in the sudden change of lifestyle after the Meiji era began, I had no connections. As a lower samurai, all I had was a good eye for swords, so I became a swords merchant. They were a great.