She gave me a happy smile and dived into her book. A few minutes later I was sitting down with Amid.He was extremely polite and formal, even though I ...had given him a hand gesture to relax."It is an honor to serve you, Grand Mufeto," he said following the correct protocols as he bowed appropriately."Amid, what are you doing? Are we being recorded?"He blinked at me. His eyes seemed unable to tear themselves away from my CL-28 arm insignia. "No, Grand Mufeto," he said hoarsely."Amid, please! No. ? Pissing in the lover?? Oh, yeech. I heard Mistresses clucking,commenting how this was ?one really sticky fruit hump.? Pissing hurt.? The cane hurt too, pushing its blindingflashes on my heaving, sweating ass.? Iwent on humping like a mechanical gadget between the cane strokes and thesquishy grip of the watermelon.? Isubmerged even deeper in the sub space.?My head felt as if stuffed with cotton ? except that the pain and forcedarousal made it fatally clear. Was pissing in the watermelonwhile. .. Men: Ken... You mean the new guy? You wasted a trip. There's nothing left of him. He's hollow--Tsubame (finding her tongue): That's not true! The Kenshin I know is a kind, strong person! (running forward) Kenshin!Man: Hey, watch it!(He puts out a hand to stop her.)Tsubame: Let me go! Let me see him!Man: Kuma?Kuma (sighing): Guess the samurai gets another guest.(Kenshin sits silently beside the uncorked bottle of white plum scent.)They say white plum has the power to ease the heart... (He is. ‘Lick me, please,’ I begged with an almost silent whisper. ‘I love it when you beg,’ he said, giving the can another squirt between my legs. His tongue went at it again, this time delving just a little bit closer to my tender tissues. His lips, his tongue, his breath were just close enough to tease my tickling nerve endings mercilessly. They felt like thousands of tiny electrical sparks short circuiting. I placed a Maraschino cherry on the top of my clit and demanded, ‘Eat it, dammit!’ His.