"I understand you must be weary of exchanging one suit for another, only to be asked the exact same inquires but I'll have to ask for your patience in...this matter."The middle-aged Officer clad in his immaculate uniform of the Imperial Guard stroke an imposing figure, but his smile was one of confidence if not warmth. Walking around the desk with a tokuri, it's a small bulbous ceramic flask with a narrow neck, in hand. Even from this distance, the distinct scent of the rice wine reached my. We'd planned on spending the morning on the beach, thenhitting the Drag, the main street that ran through town where all thearcades, head shops and airbrush emporiums were. You know, the wholetacky experience which had been such an attraction to us. There was evena place that had a shark-aquarium (as they called it in their brochure)and trained parrots. The only thing better than trained parrots in myeducated Amy opinion would've been trained midgets.We debated on waiting. Gina didn't even have. Then I slipped the knife inside her sleeve on the same side, and slit the fabric again, almost all the way to her armpit.I repeated the process on the other side.Now the only thing holding the blouse together was the seams under her armpits.I walked back to my pack, fished inside it, and pulled out one of my purchases of the day before: a pair of surgical scissors, the kind emergency medical personnel use to cut the clothes off of crash victims. They have a snub nose, and are angled so that the. The poor little blond screamed in humiliation. "Let me go!" she implored vainly, feeling her husband's strong hand grasp viciously at her pale little cunt."Shut up!" he shouted again and then thrust two fingers deep inside her already moistened pussy."Ooohhhhhh!" the little wife wailed, feeling an insane flicker of desire at having Douglas forcefully enter with his fingers the still warmly tingling hole that so short a time ago the Head of State had been sucking. It was so awful, and yet she.