’ Growling at the interruption of the kiss, his expression darkens to anger and his voice is a lash of intent. ‘No. Not funny. Not intended to be.... Shut up, Cyn.’ Squirming with what she feels to be the deepest humiliation she’s undergone, she bites his lip and pulls back, the back of his hand going to his mouth and dragging over a smear of blood. ‘God damn it, you bastard. Like I need you to make me feel like I’m being used. I’ve had enough of that.’ His laugh is bleak. ‘Enough? No. Not enough.. She had, as instructed taken little money ( ) and had worn a plain but rather tight fitting dress with nothing under it also as instructed! The dress showed a lot of cleavage, but for the most part was modest . She had sent this person a picture of her, wearing red 4 platform heels ( ) and pull up thigh high stockings, both were luxurys for most women in India . She had taken nude pictures of herself , her big breasts and holding the short dress up so that her well trimmed black pubic hair and. I even let her hands slip over my breasts, into my blouse, her fingers to oinch my hardening nipples. She sighed as her hand slipped along my thigh and under my skirt, her fingers slipping into my wetness. She had not been allowed such freedom for so long, it felt wonderful she said to explore my body so freely, even as my hands stayed near the small of her back, tracing lightly to the top of her ass, but never straying far, our lips remaining locked together as we made out on the bed. But as. ’ Jans looked as nervous as a thief with his hand in a policeman’s pocket, but he bowed and then said what was desired. The man grunted and smiled very, very slightly as he handed back the sword. Then he bowed as though it was killing him to do that and left. ‘Are you insane?’ Jans hissed quietly, ‘He’ll tell Maeda everything that he saw!’ ‘I know that,’ the larger man said quietly, ‘But I don’t think that you’re seeing this correctly. Whoever he is in the pecking order around here, he didn’t.