"It's alright," I said quietly and smiled at him. "I want you to touch me. I want you and your friends to take my clothes off and I want us all to hav... a good time."I knew that if this movie ever got into the wrong hands I would be buried under the jail. There was no way I could convince anyone that I had been forced into this or that I was not a willing participant. Yet I couldn't help wanting to make it a nice experience for these young boys. This was quite a responsibility, being the first. She was currently crimped inside one of the empty torpedo magazines for the Helldrivers aft launchers. Something sharp pressed into her upper back and her knees and elbows hurt horribly from constantly having to support her weight or hitting the confines of the metal casket, no matter in which direction she tried to turn. She guessed by the parched feeling of her mouth and throat that they had been keeping her locked up for more than 2 days. Also she had needed to relief herself and a puddle of. Here, it's just a normal thing. And in anycase, birthdays are rather special days in Further Quitchland. It is after all the only day where normal people are celebrated in their own right. It would not be very diplomatic to turn down an offer to attend a birthday. It's quite an honour to be invited. And it would be an insult not to go." I see," sighed Qafira, who had been rather dreading an evening of listening to adolescent pop music and watching adventure movies. "So I don't really have any. ?Is it because your looking down my shirt again?? she said in thefaintest of whispers. Was Tsunade? No, he was imagining it, she wasright, he was unfocused. Her open palm moved onto his stomach. ?Fullof ramen right?? she gave a quiet chuckle. Naruto took deep breaths asher hand moved down past his stomach to his crotch.?Dream, dreaming, you fell asleep on her couch and are going to wake upany moment? he thought to himself.The young ninja gulped as her hand moved down to his groin. She felt.