)Roughneck 2: That's what I thought. Stay out of this.Roughneck 1: That was a close one.Battousai (behind him): It certainly was. If you had drawn tha...t sword, you would have been fighting me.Roughneck 2: What--!(He reaches for his sword, but Battousai stops him.)Battousai: Let me give you some advice. The violence is only going to get worse. Kyoto is no place for false patriots. If you value your lives, you should run back to the country.Patrons: Yeah! Go home, frauds!(The roughnecks storm out.. Come on back with me and I'll show you what to do. With that, we went somewhere in the salon. I was dizzy from all the activity. I had eye make up, face make up, and lip gloss all applied before I even had a chance to back out. Then they spun me around to face a huge mirror. "What do you think?" the lady asked."I- I - I don't know what to say" I stuttered. I didn't recognize the person I was looking at. I know it was me, at least I think it's me. But I look like a woman. Glenda told the lady. Your wife has men all over her. Groping her tits, licking her cunt. she has a cock in each hand as she deep kisses the owner. She see’s you. But she doesn’t care. She loves it.They lead her over to a table her skirt now hitched up around her waist. her blouse open, and her knickers in tatters around her ankles. Leaning back on the table, trousers now round his ankles is the waiter, his big stiff cock acting like a magnet to your wife’s pussy. She mounts the table losing her knickers, and slides. Everytime I look at him, a vivid scene plays out in my head. I walk over to him, willingly lets me push him back in his chair. I climb on his lap, facing him, one leg on each side. His lap being my favorite place to sit. I lift my hands, placing them on the sides of his face, as I pull into him. Gently our lips come together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, his meant to fit perfectly with mine. Tasting each other as we kiss, tastes like heaven to me. I feel so warm and wet between my legs, she.