Perhaps he would actually break out of his shell for once and approach her.Kaneki was so lost in his thoughts he physically jumped out of his chair wh...n a body fell into the chair across the table from him. He glanced up and saw the woman he'd been fantasizing about sitting across from him."The Black Goat's Egg?" She read out the title of his book."Yes, are you familiar with Takatsuki's work?" He asked, barely managing to stutter out the words as his heart pounded in his chest."I've read some. What a view even hairy I can see her pussy lips clearly, and kept my dick at a time. She raised her voice at a time ‘ammaaaaaaaaa’ with pain and I am fucking her hardly. She moaning with pain like ‘hamma’, ‘ayyaaa’, ‘abbaaa’ and begging me to slowdown my force and asking fuck me slow. When I am going to cummmmm she requested me cum outside and I cummed outside on her pussy hair.She went to bathroom and came, asked me for her dress, seeing my shorts she asked me where is my nighty. I told her. "DUUH!" Cassandra exclaimed, "Your cat's whiskers are the sensors, what did you think they were for? And we're not really all-powerful supernatural beings, it's just a nickname, surely you've heard of code gods and such referring to skilled programmers? As for your cat, she was the catalyst ... hehe," she paused and giggled at the word play, before continuing, "She was the catalyst that let me come here. I'm kind of sharing her body, she's sleeping right now. By the way, she says she wants. “Oh no, you don’t!“ He roughly pushed her into the office. Irene started to scream. “You talk too much, honey,” he said and produced a cloth from his pocket which he stuffed into Irene’s mouth. Roughly he put her into a chair and tied the rope around her wrists to the back of the chair. Irene struggled and tried to push the gag from her mouth. He quickly wrapped another cloth around her head and picked up some more rope. The client started to tie Irene’s right leg to the chair. Irene kicked.