You say you’re willing to die for your clan. Should you? There are countless things worth living for and many things worth killing for, but there is...nothing worth dying for. All you truly have is your life, the brief privilege to enjoy an entire universe of experiences. Everything else is expendable, replaceable, and pointless. Whatever it is you care about, be it your clan or your faith, I guarantee you, I promise you, it is not worth your life. Live for the Harajin if you want, but do not die. When I first over heard the three guys talking about fucking me it had really turned me on. I went home and told hubby who encouraged me to dress sexy for the office. Sexy not slutty, so nice business skirts blouses etc but with stockings and heals. It was huge turn on when Phil one of the guys gave me a lift to work then after taking me for a drink before him taking some pics of me in the office then fucking me. It was so hot.Over the next few weeks Phil would give me a lift to work a couple. "Quiet, slave! I wasn't speaking to you and a big, grown man like Billy doesn't need a little gutter-slut to do his fighting for him. He can get his ass handed to him all on his own." YOU FAT, SMELLY, ARROGANT, SLAVE-RAPING PIECE OF SHIT!" Aw fuck, here we go," Eddie said. "No time for love, Dr. Jones." Put it back in the pants, Harry," Karen added, "sounds like our kind of party after all." I'm coming, I'm coming," Harry said. He was already off the dais, buttoning up his pants as he strode. It was more than six or seven inches long, but she couldn't marshal enough thinking energy to really try to estimate it's actual size. It looked as hard as a rock. There was a drip of something clear seeping out of the little eye on the tip. It looked like the clear Kayro syrup in the cupboard and she had a sudden urge to lick it up with her tongue. The whole thing was scary and beautiful at the same time. THAT was designed to go inside a woman's pussy?! No way in the world. As she stared at it.