And I’ll keep it.I have no idea where Mahiro Sato had been sleeping ... but he wasn’t sleeping in my bed ... Ellen was.In what seemed like morning...the group gathered. Mioko was released and certified Japanese by Sam ... and Sato-san. Sam had done a bang-up job. Mioko glided ... and that’s hard to do in wood pattens. They took up where they had left off ... they chatted ... she removed a tatami ... how about that ... there was a sunken hole in the floor with a charcoal brazier in it. Hibachi. Melanie Tucker could not fully understand what was happening to herbody, although she had read long ago that some women actually derivesexual pleasure from receiving pain. She did not believe that she couldbe such a perverted creature, for surely she would have noticed sometelltale traits long before this. And yet, the evidence of her nowtingling and glowing breasts was unmistakable and undeniable. God helpher, she was beginning to enjoy the harsh treatment which had seemedlike the ultimate. I bet in the City of the Angels he’d be able to find a lawyer who could persuade a judge to put it in his name, too. Better not give him any ideas.I gave him his bedtime snack, checked I still had all my fingers (what do they put in these dog treats? – no, rhetorical question, I don’t want to know), locked up the house, did my evening routine in the bathroom, and climbed into my lonely bachelor bed.I fell asleep with two things on my mind – first, had I just made a complete fool of myself by. Than we both came, me for about the 10th time and him deep in my ass – a feeling that if you have never felt is so wonderful. He just fell forward onto my back and we both stayed this way for a few minutes while we tried to get our breaths. Finally he stood up and pulled his shriveled cock out of my ass and helped me up. He said that I had found a great fucking device in my tree stump – right height for all my holes, not to strenuous on my body, great for some hard core pounding without me.