Then the scene switched to an office. The camera panned around to face a woman, seated behind a desk. It zoomed in on her face showing her wide smile.... In her mid forties, with big hair and a suit jacket with shoulder pads thick enough to land a helicopter on, she looked like she had stepped out of 1985. "Hi," she said. "I'm Angie Dennison. You'll remember my hit 80's show 'Miami Detective'. Quite a few of our dramas dealt with ladies in distress. Even me sometimes!" She laughed. "Nothing in. .. Let me feel your hot piss covering my body."With that said, I sat up and let the built up piss from my 4 bottles ofwater on the way over, spray all over him. I aimed it all over him,covering his chest and cock. My cock was hurting it was so fucking hard,covering him."That's right.. Fucking piss all over me" He was muttering to me while hepulled at his cock in complete ecstasy.When I was done, without word, he just pushed we down on my back and got ontop of me. "My turn"With that, his hot. None of them would dare come near me.I had the impression of opening and closing my eyes many times in a constant waking dream. I remember asking for Mazaki to give me the current status and I remember looking for Joey. I think I asked about other things, other people but none of it was clear.When I did finally open my eyes and the room was clear, it was also dark save for a small light beside me. Kawai-san had fallen asleep reading, her book light creating just enough light for me to identify. “Well,” he continued, reconnecting his eyes to hers, “If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with it.” He gave her his best smile. “Just happy to help you out.”Kirstin smiled, her mind put at ease. “I just really am glad you are doing this - the money is heaven sent, you know that.”. Kicking off her sneakers and bending down to take off her socks, her hair fell over her face for a moment before she stood back up, red cheeked and nodded towards the bathroom, silently asking if it was ok to leave..