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She stepped out of the page, color spilling over her, her kimono a wonderful purple wrapped about the Japanese girl's body. She grew to her full size, her blue hair swaying short about her shoulders. It was an adorable style. “Oh, my, she's cute,” said Orihime, breaking the kiss. “Yeah,” I said, leaning back in the chair. Aoi knelt down before me then bowed in the supplicating way of the Japanese. My heart rushed as she sat up. She had such a gentle smile on her face. “I'm the amateur last one, James-sama.” Sama... It was a Japanese honorific. It meant “lord” or “master.” A term of great respect. “You have done well.” She straightened as she knelt. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the wide obi, the belt indian that held a kimono closed, and undid it. My heart felt tight as it slipped off. Her kimono slipped open. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it. Her breasts, while not as large as Orihime's, swayed before her, her skin that pale-olive of a Japanese woman, nipples hard. “Oh, my, she's a friendly one,” said Ruri. “You like friendly women,” Orihime said. “Idiot, no I don't!” Ruri gasped. “Oh, then why is your hand in my panties?” “You put my hand in your panties!” hissed Ruri. “And it's still there,” Orihime purred. “You love friendly women, you cute girl. And now your finger is wiggling inside of me. Oh, Ruri, I can return the favor.” Ruri groaned. Aoi slipped all the way out of her kimono, her short, blue hair framing the loving face. She cupped her soft breasts, kneading them in her hand. She shifted on her knees, moving closer to me. I swallowed, my heart beating faster. My women kissed behind me, loving each other. I shot my hand down and unsnapped my jeans. How long had it been since I had sex? "Ugh!" As I sat there watching the girl cut off my long almost blond hair, I thought about the last couple of months how I had changed from a boring, dull person, to someone with indian confidence. "I have a hunch, and if I'm right, we'll have him by the balls, so don't answer your phone if she calls, and stay away like you were doing. To be continued...... Sounds like a—uh, sounds like a plan,” Emily smiled. He then grabbed a crop he had stashed in his back pocket and struck her nipple. Chin-sun then removed her heavy coat and hung it up, reminding Scott of her beautiful form. They covered themselves up, mostly anyway, and climbed out amateur of the car. I stroked them both, their juices soaking my fingers. I step out of my shorts and boxers as I stand up to meet Danielle and Andrea. “When I got there she was wearing only a see through gown and a red one piece underneath.” He starts with his ‘matter of fact’ voice. His smile widened. Dakota now has arrived and just stands next to me smiling. It was also a lot softer. Whether Ja-Alixxe is insane or not, the company of another slave is preferable to the hungry eyes and groping hands of the men. Another push and she felt her rectum and bowels stretch to accept him. "6 sir" The pleasure melted down to my pussy. I fucked hard into her convulsing bowels. There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was “screwless.” I looked at him in dismay. Then just as suddenly it was snatched away. Her mouth froze on the head of her husband’s dick as her pussy tried to engulf the thick member being forced into it, and the pleasure of his hips gyrating against her ass when he finally bottomed out inside her. She started slowly grinding her hips against his pelvis. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs spread wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion and beauty that I almost came in my own jeans. I stubbed out my cigarette and passed her the torch along with one of my pre-rolled cannabis cigars.