1 hons degree in fine art / graphic design, and working in my first job as a 'Trainee Commercial Artist' (read messenger boy / gopher) in a busy and a...parently quite trendy graphic design studio in Oxford street London. Top three floors. Over a shoe shop. I won't name it because A) they don't deserve a name check, B) they probably don't exist anymore, and C) I nicked a whole bunch of really expensive graphic design materials from them during my six month tenure. My pay was £8.57 a week. It was. I can’t just force my way into his home...”“Oh, bullshit,” Diana responded, startling Jeff with language unusual to her. “That didn’t stop you from adjusting Edi’s attitude, and that was a domestic situation, too. There are no secrets between your wives. We all know exactly what you did to him ... and we totally approve. Are you afraid that you’ll wind up with another wife?” she teased, then more seriously, “When we expanded our bedroom, I knew there would be many more wives, and planned for. Then, his hand left my breast, and he tried to put it in between my legs, but they were close. He kept trying, and I kinda slowly stop resisting. Eventually, he got his hand over my pussy. He rubbed my clit first, then slid a finger inside my hole. He truly knew what to do there and where to go. I moaned a little to show him he was successful to seduce me. That's when I let his tongue in my mouth. He let go of my hair, and kept kissing, and fingered fucking me. Once he found that I was broken,. He scanned it, stamped my passport and forms, and handed them back.“Thank you, Mr. Adams. Welcome to Japan!”“«Dō itashimashite»”, I said, doing my best to remember what I’d been taught.He smiled, nodded, and indicated the way I should go.I took a few steps and waited for Meredith to come through, and then we walked together to the baggage claim, and then on to customs. I had nothing but my personal effects to declare, and after some perfunctory questions, I was allowed into Japan. Meredith.