"Only the base plate had survived Tanaka-san's crowbar-assault. Draped on it – and I was delighted to rightfully use the participle "draped" – was...my latest merchandise.Please allow me to introduce myself at this point: I'm a freelancing trader of and trainer for private companions (persons of a more indiscreet disposition might use the term "sex slaves"). My dear Nakamura-san here represents a client with whom I had at least a dozen lucrative business dealings over the past three years. Today. She pulled her head back and rested her forehead on his, ‘I know. I can actually feel how much you love me. Can you feel it too?’ William nodded for he understood what she meant. She didn’t just give him an amazing blow job, she made love to him with her mouth. With his pants still around his ankles, he held her close and marveled at the fact that he hadn’t even known what he was missing before he met her, but he knew now he could never go back to being the unknowing person and that he didn’t. They needed to go. They had to go. They had to do this."Ugh, fuck, you guys look away. Keep those fuckers from getting in here. This is ridiculous. Don't fucking look this way. Learn those controls. Shit!"Senna looked down at her silver, whole piece space suit. It was the new model with the magnetic zipper that ran from the neck all the way down between her legs and up to her tail bone.She wished she had worn a bra.She looked at beck and Torr to make sure they were looking away, and unzipped. I cuff her hands and tell her to spread her legs as far as possible.I check she is not wearing knickers and slide a finger in to her wet slitI pull the string from her pussy attached to the two purple plastic balls and they pop outWe drive. After ten minutes I stop – order her out and make her climb in the boot of the 4x4. I fit a wide dog collar and chain.Ten minutes more drive and we are at my house.I unpack the car leaving her to last.I pull her out by her chain and in to the garage. There.