That she could feel my erected dick & My dick could feel her soft Ass. I said in lust “It’s Ok I don't mind” I moved my face next her & touched ...my chick towards her & said “listen.. why are you so scared ha.. if you want me, then you can.. she was trying to say something. Her lips moved little up & down. But she couldn't speak. Suddenly japanese voice raise from bedroom. She moved me aside & went in bedroom. I fell shit…. I took coffee which left & took one sip. I took cup of coffee & went in. ..especially the looming presence of that weirdcharacter and the stupid keyblade thing. Really, had better things todream about than that stuff invading his sleep... {===================}Grudgingly wiping up the spilt beer, he tried to shake off the lingeringchill of the bad dream. Dismissing the fears and pains of the bizarrevision, he sighed and rubbed his face. Padding to the bathroom, herelieved himself then splashed much water on his face. Eyeing hisreflection in the mirror. She waits eagerly to find out what he’s going to do. She can hear him opening drawers, only assuming he’s grabbing toys he wants to use to play with her. Or torture her. “I see you were a good Kitten and listened to Daddy” He says. “Yes, Daddy” she replies. She can feel Daddy setting toys on the bed, still unsure what he has in mind to do. He grabs both her hands and ties rope around her wrist so she can’t move. “Lift your head up and open your mouth” He instructs her. She does as told, and. ”Like his secretary’s domain, General Armstrong’s office was minimalist to the point of fastidiousness. On one wall was a small gray filing cabinet filled with various documents printed on special paper - should burning them become necessary, all the General had to do was pull a cord behind them and they would emerge as ashes. On the other, a white board with various notes scribbled on them in less-than-neat handwriting took up most of the space. The General’s desk was just as soullessly empty.