" I've always wanted them dear, but I never had it done since your father was such a fuddy-duddy about it..." Oh, nothing very excessive, just somethi...ng that will look good in a bikini..." No, I'm not too old for a bikini, but if you think that, you're the one that's too old to wear one..." No, nothing like that. They make some very nice ones these days, even sexier than the ones they had when I was your age. There's this line called Wicked Weasel..." Well, of course you wouldn't. You might if. "Whatsa matter? Those rich white boys never fucked you in the ass?"The look on her face is all he needs to know, and the surprise is unmistakable.One of the men pushes her down onto her hands and knees and slaps her hard on her ass. She watches the mirror as a cold stream of oil is poured from a tube onto her ass. She feels it trickling down between her legs.One of the men leans down next to her ear. "We'll make it so slippery you could get a freight train in there." She watches him as he rubs. I started tentatively kissing and sucking on her nipples. It wasn't so bad, because most of it had run down into her cleavage. Then a felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me down to where most of it had coalesced, until I had my face deep in cum. I licked it up because I still loved my girlfriend and wanted to please her. The taste was bitter as were the emotions I was feeling.Then I heard her whisper something. I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I lifted my head and placed my. It was still, finally there was quiet and just the sobs and the rasp of the breeze through the partitions could be heard. Mistress licked the blood from her nails and felt complete. Elated with the man that she had bought from the kidnappers that operated from the slums of Osaka. Mistress could see her handiwork in the flickering of the candle, the Kanji characters that scored his thighs, the brutal knotted marks of the cane and the sticky flow of her own sweet juices that glistened on his.