With a quick plunge of his own sword, Uneme beheaded Shyuzen sending blood over the rice paper screens and all over Uneme. The rest of the castle hear... the commotion and was speechless to see the beautiful Uneme covered in blood. Uneme said boldly in his usual soft voice, “My actions will not be questioned for tomorrow I shall commit seppuku.” And the morning came…It is tradition that a Samurai commit seppuku if they do not wish their actions to be questioned. The Daimyo did not ask Uneme why. . or at least a representation that could be taken for me. I’ve already mentioned that I wear a broad-brimmed Panama hat. I’m traveling where the weather is warm and my hair is a little thin on top. I wore cream-colored drawstring pants for comfort while flying. I had a tropics-weight white shirt, worn untucked, and in case of a sudden chill, I had a lightweight linen jacket over my shoulder. The cartoon image the girl showed me was an uncanny likeness, though I didn’t wear open sandals when I. My saliva was flowing down my chin and onto the leather upholstery, but I didn’t care. My nose collided with his pubic bone and he moaned loudly. I bobbed up and down, only enough get a quick sip of breath, then back down again. “Shit, you’ve done this before.” He exclaimed. I blushed, remembering my big brother’s blowjob squad during high school. Nights spent with half a dozen of my brother’s friends squirting load after load of cum down my throat and waking up with dismal headaches from the. Sliding the blindfold over your eyes (a ‘deal-breaker’ in your words) sends a spasm through my cock, your sharp intake of breath coinciding with the plunge of my hand down the front of your pants. Your cunt is already beginning to sweat. I pull my hand out, drag my fingers through your panting mouth, and firm my hand up on your throat from behind. "Your mind is mine." Four words. Leading you forward, I ease you down on the bed, savouring your whimper as I strip off your clothes. The hair on.