Need. My instincts were infallible, their sharp edges honed in depraved nights in hotels and villas around the world. I had become a connoisseur of se...xual flavours. Nuance after nuance stored away, a giant repository of sexual intelligence. I had known what she wanted from the moment our eyes met. I kissed her on the mouth, hard. I held out my hand. “Come with me.”Without a word she took my hand and I led her outside.I held the door as she slid into the passenger seat of my Porsche, I could see. Smith, or is Huffman?" the man asked. "My name is Michael and I manage this casino. I'm confused as to why you are registered as Wesley Smith but signed F. Huffman. I think we need to talk. NOW!" The manager sat down next to him at the table and continued. "You see, Floyd, we know all about you and your pretty little daughter Sophie. And all the debt you have. Did you really think you could just run up all the debt and no one in Nevada would know about it? Come on, you're not that stupid, now. Stall by stall, and even with the extra preparations, their supplies would be all but decimated by Hinata’s ravenous hunger, and adding to her growing and fattening body.But she avoided the ramen stall. Ever since that fateful day, but she had plans for that stall...By the time this “food ninja” would get home, her belly impossibly packed with so much food she looked to be carrying a beanbag chair, Hinata would settle down in a comfortable chair and just...rub her gurgling gut. Feeling herself. He turned his head slowly, admiring the bright blue sky as he stepped off of his decking. Still in his nightwear, which closely resembled a nightie due to the open bottom, he started to wander down the hill into the village. As he passed each hut, he knocked on the door loudly, disturbing the occupants. “Come on, wake up.” He bellowed to each household. He did this to every hut until finally, he reached Shauna’s hut. He quietly opened the door, noticing her motionless body in bed. Carefully, he.