"Nevertheless, welcome to Masaki shrine!" Straitening he was unable to keep from looking curiously at the pair. "I take it then, you have some sort of...business with me?" Yes sir!" Wataru piped up enthusiastically. "You see, we called you last month and asked permission to film the shrine, for a documentary on the Shinto religion?" Katsuhito actually blinked."Ahh!" He said quickly. "Of course!" Then paused. "But only now that you mentioned it," He continued sheepishly after a noticeable. Eight? that's in an hour I said ( I knew what she ment , I just wanted to hear her say it) she smiled and backed out. It was a restless night, I surfed the net, and being that she didn't lock my cock up in the CB3000..I jacked off a few times. The next morning I was looking at the clock it was eight eighteen... when I heard the garage door opener. I opened the door and she said will you come help me get out of the car...I said whats wrong? She said I'm tired , I helped her out, when we got in. I realised I had to tell Ellie because I could not rely on Maria keeping quiet, one word out of place and she would blab, not only about the place but also about her triumphant march through my anatomy, I got dressed as she slept and went back to my own room, the curtains were drawn and the room was in semi darkness, I was tiptoeing about when the voice said “I’m not asleep, I have been asleep but I am awake now” Ellie said, I crawled on the bed and got into it beside her spooning her in as. A large brown leather chair for Mr. HolierThanThou, and a three-seater sofa for the broken ones. A small mahogany table next to the armchair with some kind of fake flower, I suppose it's supposed to make me feel more welcome or something? I don't know. The dark green carpet runs the length of the entire room leading up to the huge mahogany bookshelf filled with books of all colours, large bound in leather, some paperback, many different titles, and authors, of course, the standard for every.