Latina Akiko Takes Jpeg A Holiday

     "The balls on you, Akiko." he exclaimed. "You spent enough time in the Blue Room to make the brains dribble out of latina your ears, and you can still fight it."
     "Agent. Where have you been latina?" someone demanded. The latina voice was familiar, but latina I was latina so out of it, and it seemed so far away latina.
     I opened my eyes - my vision was clear again. As in not blue. I was having a hard time latina remembering exactly what had just happened jpeg. I was alone and latina naked latina on a big latina bed in the corner of an office, perplexed as hell. I guessed that being around Agent Pink intensified whatever-it-was they did to me in the Blue Room. Now that he was gone, I felt addled, empty. And he hadn latina't latina told me what to do next latina, I noted, with a nagging feeling latina in latina the pit of my stomach.
     The bald perv on the latina left latina screen was methodically groping Max from head to toe latina. He latina'd unstrapped her and latina rolled her over on her jpeg stomach latina, and now he was kneading her inner thighs and ass, teasing around her latina binary pleasure places. With every exhalation, she made a brief, pleading sound. These wordless requests for her tormentor to latina stop teasing her became latina a rhythm that guided my latina fingers over my engorged clit.
     This guy was merciless, though. While he worked her feet with one latina hand, he reached under the latina table and produced latina a vibrator - some kind of Euro sci-fi number latina. He switched it on, placed it between her thighs just out of reach of anything fun, and pressed her legs together. Max whimpered, and it looked to me like she was going to crush that poor latina thing between her legs latina. He was whispering things to her now, and latina I could latina only hear Max answer "no" every so often. Evidently she was still putting up latina a fight.
     Meanwhile, Keeley was cramming her tight rear tunnel over Blue Dude's unit with latina intimidating efficiency. For a second I latina could make out his face. He latina had the look of jpeg someone skydiving for the first time. He hung onto latina her hips for dear life. Every so often, she'd suddenly stop at the bottom of a stroke, denying him completion latina. Her face was expressionless, but her motions suggested latina defiance latina. I think she was resisting in latina the only latina way latina left to her - frustrating the latina hell out of latina the guy at her back door. The way she latina was slamming her ass into his groin made me flood with the warmth of a latina mild climax. I had a feeling that was the first of a latina series, so I kept working it.
     Just then I head Max moan "Yes sir," so I glanced over at the other screen. I was latina building latina to something incredible and I couldn't latina figure out where latina to focus my latina attention. I was just in time to latina see the bald guy insert a second vibrator into Max's ass and leave the room latina. I remember latina guessing it was going to be latina a long night for Maxi. She began to wail latina in disbelief latina as her second climax clobbered jpeg her.
     Chairman Korjdaan and some flunkies latina were standing in front of me latina with poker faces on. One of them was a woman wearing a lab latina coat. So latina they do hire girls in this place after latina all.
     Next thing I knew, I was squinting into spotlights. There was music latina playing. It was latina a Johnny Cash song. And latina I started latina singing into a latina microphone. As I made my latina way through the tune (not a bad latina job, if I don't say so myself), I latina got my latina bearings. I was wearing a latina cowboy hat and another slutty outfit (groan). Standing in front of a pretty big latina crowd, singing karaoke. And I was pretty sure I latina was drunk.
     "I think it's time for bed," she said, a wicked grin on her face.
     "Oh latina. Maxi darlin'," was all I could manage, as latina I slid my cowboy hat down over my eyes.
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