Like most Japanese women, she was tired of Japanese men and had a desire to go see the world and see other men. Specifically white men. After a succes...sful career of modeling in Japan, Fuko had decided to pursue her career interests in the United States where she really wanted to be. After about a week of searching, she was brought on to be a part of an American modeling agency out in Los Angeles, California. Fuko had rented a small apartment for 6 months on the Santa Monica beach where she. He came over a few more times that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could build up the courage to do it.He and his family moved away before the start of the school year. I had been glad at the time. Greatful that he wouldn't be going to school and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little Tommy changed me from that point on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.After that experience I found. I found the sex toy hidden in the springs under one of the beds, and Annie found the joints under a plank in one of the bedrooms. Annie suggested we smoke the joints and drink some wine. The idea sounded good.“Do you remember that? I mean, do you know which of the girls who lived here with you might have owned it,” I said, pointing at the dildo standing on the little table on the deck.She picked it up and hefted it in her hand. “It’s torpedo shaped, around seven inches long and not very thick.. Slowly spreading...radiating out from the center of her and from the slight soft strokes as against her sensitive clit. Slowly, scratching...slowly...up...and down...up...and down..."How does that make you feel?"She tried to speak and found it took her a moment to compose herself. "Ha...I...it feels...makes me feel..."What did she feel?"Tell me." Aching..." And she moaned as the still steady flick of her fingernail up and down against the tip of her quivering clit brought slight, steady.