She dressed the total opposite of her now dead girlfriend.Yoko was frightened as she neared the sight where her informant told her that her beloved Sa...omi was last seen. She was not used to going places on her own. She saw a man standing in a small alley near where the site was she was supposedly last seen.The man asked her, "Are you Yoko Mizushima?" Yes" she replied."I killed your lover," he said.Yoko was enraged as she flew at the man desparate to get revenge. The man reacted quickly and. I kissed her lower abdomen with so much lust and traced my tongue over it. She spread her legs more for me, hoping I’d give in. But I didn’t, not yet. I started to kiss, bite, and suck down her inner thighs and back up the other. Her pussy burned right before my eyes and I knew she was aching for my touch. I had to have it. I had to give in, I ripped her panties off and I kissed all around it. I traced my tongue down the sides and then up her slit. I lapped up an overwhelming amount of juices.. It was the same kind of thinking that had led to cocktails back in the days of Prohibition, with its bathtub gin and other bootleg liquor."Ah, merci, mon cheri," he greeted the redhead as she settled down into his lap. He took a sip of his Planter's Punch, but before he could down a larger draught, she set her drink down, rose and wordlessly dragged him out to the dance floor, her eyes boring into his with a look that commingled love and lust. Like her sponsor, she too knew how to lead by. It must have been around two when I parked up in a free market car park and set off to find this den of filth.Down three back streets and up a small dead end alley and there it was, shabby and dirty, I thought that it just summed up the people that go in there, yet here I was pushing the door open.I small Asian looking man stood putting something on a shelf, he looked at me, stared for a moment, looked me up and down and turned away, I heard voices.I started to look at the shelves, I was.