"Yeah ... we talked about his and mine. He was used and abused ... Don't think he's one to dish out the kind of crap he was given..." Dan said."You've...eased my mind," I said. "So when are we gonna be able to get the bunch together again?" Oh, gimme a week before I can use my ass to its fullest potential," he said."Oh yeah," I laughed. "Lost a cheek. 50% capacity." Nice," he said. "Tell Tina I said 'Hi' and that I'm sorry she married an asshole." Gotcha, buddy," I said. "Take care!" I closed my. And it was a controversial one. Per direct women and men with a Japanese passport couldn't leave the country. Tourists and people with a visa were still being handled as normal and could come and go as the rules laid out. But everyone that was living in Japan were both grounded and not allowed to change their passport. This was only part one. From that moment on, women of 18 years and older with a Japanese passport were by law forced to cooperate with men that were Japanese permanent citizens. I texted the number in the ad just hoping it was still around, and thankfully it was. I asked if I could come by and take a look. I have cash in hand! Or so I said. I had no intention of bringing cash. Luckily the seller seemed quite motivated to blow this bike out the door way under what it's worth, so within a few minutes I had an address and a time scheduled to meet up. I was getting my baby back and I couldn't be happier. And I knew exactly how I was going to do it.----It was only a few. Even though there was a costume girl there, the director came forward to adjust my outfit. He came close, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled up my bra such that it was visible. He then gently squeezed my buttocks to see if they were firm.It was very embarrassing. The costume girl was embarrassed too, so she looked away. He was taking a lot of pictures from all angles. At one point, he hinted to the costume girl to get on her knees and press my breasts together while he took my picture. He wanted.