Akiko Takes A Holiday Vip

     "Oh, Pink baby." I creamed in his ear, as he pounded away. Ick. Let 's see, ice pick to the temple...
     My head swiveled automatically on the about pillow and I met his gaze. My fingers relaxed. Fuck. There went what little control I had over my body.
     The crew muscles about in my crew poo crewgirlshylavip ring twitched. "Powerless to resist you," I slurred . My eyes vip drooped shut as I was overtaken by a dreamy, cool wave of... something. The part of shyla me that reasoned shyla had been shut down to almost nothing, like the last about speck crewgirlshylavip of light shyla you see crewgirlshylavip after you turn off a TV vip.
     "Akiko crewgirlshylavip, when I speak your shyla keyword, you will once again be my property . You'll have no desire to crewgirlshylavip fight me about. Because you love me," he crew murmured into my ear.
     "Of course," Agent Pink responded. "Where crew could she vip be?" So full of shit! Then I heard the door close.
     I slid into a chair and tried to pick up what vip was going on. The scene on the left monitor involved vip a blonde girl strapped to a table in an austere about white room. This bald guy was rubbing some kind crew of oil all over her and vip she looked crew like she couldn't decide whether to like it or not. Periodically, the about angle crewgirlshylavip would change. Apparently it was someone's job to watch this stuff vip and capture the action crew on a few crew different cameras. I wanted that job.
     I was horny.
     I sat back down.
     "Your conditioning vip held together well," the Chairman explained. "Even vip with Agent crew Pink's meddling, you still performed as crewgirlshylavip expected. Unfortunately, your enthusiasm to adhere to your vip instructions incapacitated you for a short while. We took the opportunity to make some crewgirlshylavip adjustments crew."
     "He is being vip... disciplined," was the answer. Even though I was someone's puppet, I still found I could smile broadly.
     "Yes." Chairman Korjdaan crew was resolute about. "Apologies for his earlier treatment of you. Our values differ from those of Nepthys, but we are not cavemen." He paused, a disdainful girl look crewgirlshylavip on his face.
     Then I saw Max, waiting for me a few steps away. She was about trashed and she had her crew fist wrapped around two beers. She lurched toward shyla me and pressed a cold brew girl into my hand. Judging from the familiar taste, I'd had crewgirlshylavip enough already. I took another sip anyway , wondering about Keeley.
     "Mmmm, you're making me crazy shyla," Max opined, pausing for crewgirlshylavip a girl second to stop cramming crewgirlshylavip her tongue down my throat. We were standing on the moonlit deck of the yacht, making out in front crew of God, country and the open sea.
     Max seemed to ignore crew me, choosing shyla to take my pants off girl. After struggling with my about uncooperative, drunken legs crew, she crew grinned lewdly up at vip me from between my cinnamon thighs.
     We stood up and he kissed the backs of our hands in turn. Smoothie. Max piped up. "Oh my, yes. It 's been ages since we've been able crew to shyla let our hair down crew."
     I looked at Max, then crew answered, "I'd say we're looking at the crew 'dam' category."
     Sounding like crew a drunken teenager crewgirlshylavip, I went through the whole story. The spa. The dragonflies . The cock vip gobbling. Everything. Then Max told her crew tale crewgirlshylavip. Even in crew my drugged stupor, I was fascinated to hear crew her about side of things. It sounded crewgirlshylavip like she'd been more shyla turned on by her ordeal crew than shyla I thought.
     I felt Max's heartbeat quicken. "Yes," she said.
     I gulped. My panties were crew suspiciously moist. "Yes sir," I answered crew coyly. This creature that Min Sect had molded me into sure was a ho.
     "Yes sir." we chorused.
     And where the fuck was crew Keeley?