My nipples were taut and sensitive, pushing against the palms of my hands as I rotated them. It felt so good, every twist, stroke, tweak pulled on my ...omb. It felt like a string was connected, nipples to clitoris, every touch urging me on more, every move bringing me closer to joy.My legs parted and then closed urgently almost desperate to feel something between them. The soft skin of my inner thighs, growing moister with more than rain water, longed to feel hard thighs, a face, a hand,. I turn to Jen and ask her to explain. She kneels and asks me to let her go out to them. I ask her what the deal is. She looks at me as says that Takehiko Shiro was the first student or best in her group when she was training. As such he is responsible for their group to ensure none dishonored their training. I ask how she dishonored their training. She held up her wrists. I asked what he would do. She said remove them or kill her maybe both. I laughed and said over my dead body. Jen said he. Jonas recognized the voice.Jonas let the shoulder that was being pushed go forward as he pivoted. His knuckles were folded and his wrist was stiff as he came around and struck the man. He was a little off with the strike.The man got a clear look at Jonas's face and his eyes grew big. His face drained of all color. "Madre de Dios. Estás muerto!" the man gasped.Jonas understood the words. "Mother of God! You're dead."Jonas struck again and didn't miss. He crushed the man's larynx and lowered him. M."Wonderful, I thought, now's my chance to see her. I saw that she was sweating somewhat from the exertion of the scene that she had been filming. I noticed that she was walking toward the back of a truck that was selling drinks. I knew that I could catch her before she got there but I thought that she might get irritated and not autograph my magazine, so I figured that I would try to catch up to her after she got there.As I was walking behind her heading towards the line I couldn't help but.