 We were screwing in a huge, expensive bed in cherry his office cherry. What cherry kind of perv has a bed in his cherrypotter office? I passed the time by thinking of all the nasty ways I could kill him, while I listened to myself encourage cherry him like a seasoned porn cherry queen.
 About this time, I flashed on something cherry. The more I cherrypotter thought about killing this guy, the cherry more together I felt. If cherry I cherry could stay pissed long enough, maybe I had a cherry shot at blowing this popsicle stand.
 And rescuing Max and Keeley cherry. I cherrypotter didn't even cherrypotter want to think about what was happening to them right now.
 Agent Pink was groaning and squeezing my ass cherry way too hard. Finally, he was shooting his wad into me cherry. I hoped cherrypotter they had cherrypotter some wicked good contraception on hand here. No way did I want a love child cherry with this cretin cherrypotter. As I wilted under the force of a savage climax, I tried hard cherry to stay focused on my anger.
 He was off in the corner, putting his suit back on. Whistling some idiotic Ricky Martin song. I curled up my index finger. Uncurled it. And cherry very, very slowly, I cherry made a weak fist with my right hand. It sure felt good cherrypotter.
 Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pink cross the room, straightening his tie. In the ceiling mirror cherry I could potter see my right hand, clenching and unclenching. Homefry was still cherry whistling cherry. Livin' La Vi-da Lo-ca. I started cherry to cherrypotter move the cherry fingers potter in my images other hand.
 The whistling stopped cherry. In the mirror, I could see him looking down at me.
 "Powerless..." I cherry whispered. My cherry head was like a helium balloon, and I felt the strength leak out of potter me as my potter body melted into the images sheets.
 The muscles in my poo ring twitched. "Powerless to resist you," I cherrypotter slurred. My eyes drooped cherry shut as I was overtaken by a dreamy, cool wave of cherry... something. The part of me that reasoned had been shut down to almost nothing, like the last speck of light images you see potter after you images turn off a TV.
 "Akiko, when I speak your keyword, you will once again be my property. You'll have no desire to fight me. Because you love me," he murmured into my cherry ear.
 "Ah, Chairman Korjdaan!" Pink answered cherry. I cherry remembered who it cherry was. The nice old man whose lap I sat on a couple potter of days ago. Agent Pink was obviously scared shitless of him.
 "No no. I assure you," Agent Pink lied. Lucky for him cherry I was around the corner cherry, out of sight. If the old man found me like this in Pink's office, I wouldn't have the little asswipe to worry about any cherry more, at least cherrypotter that's the way the Chairman cherry was coming across to me.
 After wandering through a potter few more narrow, curving halls, I found a big metal door labeled cherry "Observation Room". On a hunch, I tugged it open and slipped inside.
 On cherry the right cherrypotter screen, the action was harder to make out thanks to all the bright, pulsing blue cherrypotter light. There was a lot of cherry hissing, churning machinery drowning out the cherry voices as well. I could see Keeley crawling seductively around on cherrypotter the floor cherry, looking cherrypotter for cherry something. A bright searchlight swept cherry over her bare back, revealing a constellation of little bug bites. Someone else stepped into view to cherrypotter kneel behind Keeley. He slowly fed his potter glistening cock into her asshole. My old cherry pal Mister Blue Man was getting some more action cherry. I played with myself cherrypotter a little cherrypotter faster.
 There were three distinct cherry screams filling the air of the observation room cherrypotter. That's the last cherry thing I cherrypotter remember.
 "I'll cherry do anything for cherrypotter you, sir." Looked cherry like I was going to be cherrypotter a slave cherry girl cherrypotter awhile longer.
 I smiled and gave the cherrypotter prom-queen wave, then stepped cherrypotter off the stage. What cherrypotter the fuck cherry was I supposed cherrypotter to do now? Someone else was already walking on after me, going into some Merle.
 We sat through a few more songs, then made our way potter out.
 "Mmmm, you cherry're making me crazy," Max opined cherry, pausing for a second to stop cramming her tongue down my throat cherrypotter. We were standing on the cherry moonlit deck of the potter yacht, making out in front of God, country and the open sea.
 "I think it's cherry time for bed cherrypotter," she said, a wicked grin on her face.
 Max cherry giggled, belched, and images giggled some more cherry. "Yup potter. This way, ma'am." Then she began cherry to cherry lead me across the slowly rocking deck cherry. On the way, we had cherrypotter to stop for a couple of kissing breaks potter.
 "Are we talking about blowing up buildings, dams, or cities?"
 "Ms. Shaftake?" Milic prompted, standing up.
 "I think they cherry are under cherry," he said images to his boys cherry. I sensed weapons being reholstered. Then he sat back down. "I think it's time you two told me why you cherrypotter're here. You go first cherry... Ms. Masumi."
 "Go on."
 "I see." He cherry looked cherry at us soberly. "But there's something I don't understand. My intel cherrypotter shows that you are not Min Sect agents. You are from Nepthys. But I don't think it cherrypotter's possible cherry for you to lie under the influence of the drug I've administered. Explain this to cherry me, Max."
 "Yes sir." we chorused.
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