I was wearing a very low cut tank, and a loose bra. My skirt barely skimmed the top of my thighs, and I could hear an occasional moan rising from the ...hrong of gyrating teenagers. To make a long story short, I was getting turned on and my sweet little nipples were growing harder by the second. My long blonde hair hung loose about my head. The lights in the house were dimmed, and I could just make out couples kissing and grinding against one another. Suddenly a boy I hardly knew came up behind. " How can this miracle come about, Mr Kramer?" You might know of a man called William Edwards Deming. He was here a few years ago and was widely accepted by the business community. What he said about quality control is essential for your country's well-being. What I have to offer is only some minor improvements to what he said. With my computers to keep track of the data, you will know what went wrong and then find a cure for the problems, one at a time."Mr Matsushita said, "I thought his ideas. .Eventually I plucked up the courage, waked up the path and knocked on the door, too late to change me mind now!He opened the door and was exactly as he had described, quite tall, and a bit stocky, but clearly powerful man"Get inside you little faggot" he said, I stepped in the door and he closed it behind me -- it was going to happen !"Go to the lounge, get stripped off and stand by the chair" he ordered, not shouting but in a voice you knew you couldn't disobeyHe walked around and looked at. ” She started rubbing at Jess’ chest, as if somehow she could make it not wet. Jess took her hand and held it in hers.“Shhhh ... it’s ok, don’t worry about it,” Jess soothed.Emma blubbered for a few more seconds before rubbing the last of the tears from her eyes.“Ok, I’m ok now, I’m sorry,” she said.“It’s ok. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. If you weren’t ready for this and we pressured you, I’m very sorry-” Jess began.“No, no, no, it’s not anything like that at all,” Emma said, waving her.