573-8572. Dana stared at the card and with a jolt came back to reality and realized that there she stood in a public restroom with the cum from an unk...own man leaking from her ass, her hair and clothing a mess, she quickly stuffed the number in her purse and dashed out the door.Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation. The elation of just being alive and free. I don't know when it started, but I didn't want to it stop.I couldn't place why, but for some reason I felt cold... wet. This feeling soon distracted me. I... This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit,. Goodbye worthless ones your families will be homeless soon!” Bill said as he turned to go.“Wait!” The same older man said. “If you are truly doing as you say you are. Tell us what our true names are. I know that King Tomco only told his younger son. If you can honor us with them,” here the others nodded to him. “Then there will be no further trouble with us.”Bill nodded as he racked his brain to remember the names his father had told him when he was so young. Suddenly a thin smile crossed his. A huge curved bowl was strapped to the front of her, carved from ancient hardened camphor wood and coated in hammered bronze affixed over steel plates, protecting both her proudest, most valued and most vulnerable asset.Her belly.Lady Imura was more than a Shogun to the people, her samurai and the serfs they commanded in her stead. She was a Goddess; a living, breathing fragment of the immortal and the heavens themselves. It was said she had swallowed a sun and looking at the immense bronze.