Her uncle never questioned this as long as she was home bye 11pm. In fact since the car crash that killed her parents two years ago when she was sixte...n years of age,it had more or less been the same. She had her own large room a house keeper came in daily and a cook attended to all the meals. In general she more or less did as she wanted her uncle seemed to go about his everyday business as usual. They did not converse a lot , if she was going out or whatever all she had to do was tell her. .. She stated that it was to celebrate our oath.She then cut my left hand underneath the thumb stabbing it to carve a M in my hand, telling me that it was for me to always remember my first wife. As she was done, she used the blood from that in the ink bowl also. Then at a wierd moment, told me she will put my japanese name on her left wrist. She took the bamboo needle and dabbed it in the ink mixed with my blood. She then proceeded to etch my japanese name into her wrist.After 2 or 3 hrs, saki. There was still something she hadn't done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.She craved the sensation of her son's hard, slim prick moving up into her asshole, while Chris's swollen meat reached into her sheath; she wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two holes at the same time. In her mind's eye, she pictured the sacks of their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her. They had not spent much time together, and apart from an uncharacteristic deep kiss at Maggie's wedding, had never even touched each other. Oscar wanted to seduce her. Oscar wanted her to be his latest conquest and give her the fucking she deserved from the CEO of Rhino to put her in her place.Clarissa had agreed to meet for lunch, as Oscar had been pestering her about, but was too wily to meet at the Rhino Gentlemen's Club, or at her beloved Confederacy Country Club. If tongues were going to.