”After generations uncounted, in April of 2044, the Japanese legislature amended the law governing succession to the Chrysanthemum Throne to allow f...or males or females to be emperors. Empress Aiko succeeded to the throne 18 months later, on the death of her father after a long fight with pancreatic cancer. She was 6 years old at the time. Now she was 25 and had taken over from the Protector General four years ago. The Protector General, the Empress’ uncle, had performed the ceremonial duties. Mel thought the front of his trousers looked different, a slight bulge appeared to be visible there. Mel was so glad she was finally peeing, she found she didn’t really mind him watching. She felt strangely triumphant, as if she’d overcome a phobia long held. At last the flow of pee stopped and she was able to dab at herself with a tissue. “’Would you mind looking the other way while I dress?” she asked, knowing she couldn’t remain in wet knickers like this. “I want to see the whole process,”. His pace was steady and rapid, no different from the machines seen around the house. While punishing her slit, he’d lean down and kiss her, but mostly he held himself above her or even sat up, not wanting to deprive himself or the audience of her tits rocking like buoys in a storm. The only pause came when he changed positions, lying down beside her and turning her on her side. He raised her leg and resumed fucking her, now with everyone able to see his manhood thrusting back and forth in her. I understood her intentions but didn’t show it out. I was about to hold the mouse and I felt her gentle hands holding the mouse, surprisingly she didn’t remove her hand from the mouse. I too didn’t bother, I was using the mouse with her hand and my elbow accidentally touched her soft melons. I said sorry and removed my hand from the mouse. She took my hand and placed it on her boobs. I felt the softness of her possession and started squeezing them, slowly I passed my hand inside her t-shirt and.