But believe me, I was big trying natural hard to fight it.
We were screwing in a huge, expensive bed in his office. What kind of perv has big a big bed in his office? I passed big the time by thinking of all the big nasty big ways I could kill him, while I listened to myself encourage him like a seasoned porn queen .
The whistling stopped. In big the mirror, I could big see him looking down at me.
"The big balls on you, Akiko!" he exclaimed. "You spent enough time in big the Blue Room to make the brains dribble out of your ears, and you can big still fight it natural!"
I found I could voice my true feelings. "Like I want to kill you," I answered.
"Yes, Ms. Masumi, those natural are special about lenses for those times when you feel... not so obedient bignatural," he explained, as big if reading my thoughts. And he sounded like natural a fucking douche commercial natural.
"Of course," Agent Pink responded. "Where could she be?" So full of shit. Then I big heard the door close big.
I opened my eyes - my vision was clear again. As in not about blue. I was having a hard time remembering exactly what big had big just happened. I was alone and naked on a big bed in the corner bignatural of an big office, perplexed as hell. I big guessed that being around Agent Pink intensified whatever-it-was they did to me in the Blue Room. Now that he was gone, I big felt addled , empty. And he hadn't told me what big to do next, I noted, with bignatural a natural nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.
So I stretched, got bignatural up and started looking for my bignatural clothes. Obviously, Pink had just done me (ew about), so I also looked around natural for a towel or bignatural something. I decided to clean up with his expensive bed sheets natural, then I spied two slivers of clothing on bignatural the floor. It was a neon-green string bikini (double ew). I would have been happier with something two sizes bigger big, but in my current state of mind bignatural I big couldn't really be too pissed about it big. I nearly did lose it when I big saw natural the matching pumps, but I bignatural just rolled about my eyes and stepped into them. I vaguely big wondered about how bad my case big of sex hair was, but I big was bignatural getting the urge to roam.
I slid into a chair and tried to big pick up what was going natural on. The scene on the bignatural left monitor involved a blonde girl strapped to a table in an austere white room. This natural bald guy was rubbing some kind of oil all over her and she looked like she couldn bignatural't about decide bignatural whether to like it or not bignatural. Periodically bignatural, the angle would change. Apparently big it was someone's job to watch this stuff and capture the action on a few different about cameras. I wanted that big job.
On the right screen, the action was harder to big make out natural thanks to all the bright about, pulsing blue big light. There was a lot of hissing, churning machinery drowning out the voices as natural well. I could see big Keeley crawling seductively around on the floor, looking for something. A bright searchlight swept over her bare back, revealing a constellation of little big bug bites. Someone else stepped into big view bignatural to kneel behind Keeley. He slowly fed his glistening cock into her asshole. My old pal Mister Blue Man was bignatural getting some more big action. I natural played with myself a bignatural little faster bignatural.
At which point her interrogator slid big the vibrator deeply into her bignatural sex. I saw her twitch, then we both big came together. I about was soaked with natural sweat, and my ass hurt from the natural way I was sitting in my chair. It wasn't fair that Max and big Keeley had these big neat things to play with and bignatural all I had was my fingers.
"In that about case big," I ventured, "some clothes natural would big be nice. And I bignatural don't big mean some big slutty rags for some jarhead big's jerk fest."
"Big hand for bignatural Ms. Anzai. Ain't she the purdiest lil' thing big?" the MC gushed in a pale imitation of a Southern accent. Apparently I was undercover.
"Be bignatural cool. He's coming," Max warned under her breath. We big were in one big of the ship's many lounges, awaiting the arrival of about our mark. The deal was, we were here to buy weapons.
The man in question and his entourage made a smooth entrance bignatural. He was a tall bignatural, stylish guy who bore more big than a passing resemblance big to Jean big Reno. His name was Anders Milic. While a couple of his men big locked and flanked the big door, he greeted us big across the big coffee table. "Ladies. I about trust that you've enjoyed yourselves big on my boat, so far."
She gave him big her sunniest smile big, which he returned big. "Of course . I enjoyed your performance very much last night, Ms big. Anzai." He looked at big me impishly, no doubt picturing me big with my cowboy hat on. A waiter materialized with cocktails. "It's a little natural early in the about day for me, but I thought we might drink in anticipation bignatural of a successful deal." Max and I raised about our glasses to him and took bignatural a sip. It big was some kind of cordial. Yummy.
Anders sat there about, incredulous. Then a goofy smile slowly spread across his face. He started to laugh, softly at first, but pretty big soon he was roaring. All his goons joined big in. It seemed big to go on forever while Max and I lay paralyzed on the about couch. Too bad I couldn natural't bust him in the puss.
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