Jane was not yet as experienced a spy as her famous father, James Bond, and did not realize that all of her nervous behavior, instead of keeping her i...nconspicuous, was actually calling attention to herself. Fortunately, Wendy Warmcox was too absorbed in savoring her own gourmet Viennese dinner, and in her daydreams about tasting (not to mention licking, sucking, and swallowing whole) her husband’s enormous 10-inch shaft for dessert, to notice Jane Bond’s dinner-time antics. Leaving Wendy to. Owen decided that it must be Min for 'minimis'. Japanese people weren't named Min, and a pure bred Yamato was as Japanese as they came.Min knelt at Owen's feet, holding the green tea above her head for Owen to take, which he did. Owen said nothing. This was part of the decorum, and he was glad he'd got it right this time. Masters never thanked slaves. Slaves only thanked masters. Min remained at Owen's feet with her head bowed until Owen tasted the tea and said, meaning it, "Delicious!". She was wearing thigh high black leather boots, a blackleather corset, and aside from a wicked looking ridingcrop in her right hand, nothing else. Her long flamingred hair was down, and her blue eyes flashedfrighteningly at me from behind her glasses. “Justimagine what your parents will say when I tell themwhat you were just doing.”“Please, don’t tell them!” I begged. I could never facemy folks if they knew that Haagar had deflowered me,and that I had clearly. ‘Already?’ I thought, slightly annoyed. I hadn’t even had my first orgasm yet. He pushed all the way into me for the last time, exclaiming ‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ each time a string of jizz left the tip of his cock. It was kinda pathetic. I figured it was now or never, so I faked an orgasm, letting out an over-the-top moan and ‘Oh, God!’. I arched my back like girls did in pornos. It was a convincing performance, and Oliver bought it. He pulled out his softening dick, which was sticky with.