He reached for the silver one and before he picked it up I cut him off. "I want the gold one," I said as his hand moved to the other end of the cabine...t. He picked the gold chain up and handed it to me and I knew instantly that I had to buy it. It was a gold ankle chain and I knew it would match the gold spikes on her collar. I couldn't believe how expensive it was as he rang me up. I paid him and then left the mall. I unlocked my bike and began to awkwardly pedal toward home. I couldn't believe. They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their f****y business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me. The Kinjo b*****rs love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide them with many opportunities to experience what American women have to offer. This task is never simple because it is not easy to convince women in a bar that the two, tiny Japanese guys are harmless and just. "Don't you ever say a thing like that again, you little bitch!" he snarled dangerously. "You hear me? You threaten me like that, and I'll beat you within an inch of your life! Scream, will you! Tell on me, will you!"Linda didn't realize what she had let herself in for. But she soon found out. To her surprise and dread, her father stumbled to his feet and unbuckled his belt. Linda watched him unsnake the belt from around his waist, saw the leather strap swing loosely in the air."Daddy!" she. I reached down unbuttoning her jeans, the look of pure lust in her eyes daring me to go on. I gradually pulled them down, peeling them from her legs one at a time. I looked up at her, noticing the look of anticipation in her eyes as she waited to see what came next. My eyes were taking in the sight of her from this new angle and settled on the growing wet patch that was gradually spreading across the thin material of her underwear.I suddenly became overwhelmed with an urge to taste her, I.