 It was like interracialfuck watching a bad movie, only my interracialfuck body was in it. I felt like the part of me that could still think for myself interracialfuck was crammed interracialfuck into a few backwater neurons of interracialfuck my brain interracialfuck. The rest of me - the "other" Akiko - clearly felt that Agent Pink interracialfuck was the lay of her interracialfuck life. The skank. Worse, this asshole was obviously fulfilling his longtime fantasy interracialfuck to Fuck An Asian Girl interracialfuck. It interracialfuck was hard to separate my interracialfuck total repulsion from the pleasure that Bimbo Akiko was interracialfuck experiencing. It didn't help that there was a interracialfuck huge mirror on the ceiling where I interracialfuck could watch video this humpfest in all interracialfuck it's tawdry, technicolor glory.
 But believe me, I was trying hard to fight it.
 "Unh. So... So fucking beautiful," he wheezed. Aren't you done yet? Bullet to the brain. Asphyxiation...
 He put his hand interracialfuck to his heart, feigning hurt interracialfuck. "After interracialfuck our wonderful evening together interracialfuck?" He smiled the smile that made me interracialfuck want to hit him. "I know just the thing to make you feel better." And with that, he rotated interracialfuck the face on his wristwatch.
 "Your instructions..."
 "Akiko, when I speak your keyword, you will once again be interracialfuck my property. You interracialfuck'll have no desire interracialfuck to fight me. Because you love me interracialfuck," he murmured into my ear interracialfuck.
 "Ah, Chairman Korjdaan." Pink answered. I remembered who it was. The nice old man whose lap I sat on a couple of days ago. Agent Pink was interracialfuck obviously scared interracialfuck shitless of interracialfuck him.
 The Chairman sounded interracialfuck tres pissed. "You disregarded interracialfuck my orders, didn't you? You've been molesting that young operative." The question sounded rhetorical.
 I opened my interracialfuck eyes - my vision was clear again. As in not blue. I was having a hard time remembering interracialfuck exactly what had just happened interracialfuck. I was interracialfuck alone interracialfuck and naked on a big bed in the corner of an office, perplexed as interracialfuck hell. I guessed that being around interracialfuck 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't told me what to do next interracialfuck, I noted, with a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.
 So interracialfuck I stretched interracialfuck, got up and started interracialfuck looking video for my clothes. Obviously, Pink had interracialfuck just done interracialfuck me (ew interracialfuck), so I also looked around for a interracialfuck towel video or something. I decided to interracialfuck clean up interracialfuck with his expensive interracialfuck bed interracialfuck sheets, then I spied interracialfuck two slivers of clothing interracialfuck on the floor. It was a neon video-green string bikini interracialfuck (double ew). I would have been happier with something two sizes bigger, but in my current state of mind I couldn't really be too interracialfuck pissed interracialfuck about interracialfuck it. I nearly did lose it when I saw interracialfuck the matching pumps, but I just rolled my eyes and stepped into them. I vaguely wondered how bad my case of sex hair interracialfuck was, but I was getting the urge interracialfuck to roam.
 I was starting to soak through my bikini bottoms, my eyes darting from screen to screen. I was licking interracialfuck my interracialfuck lips interracialfuck involuntarily interracialfuck, squeezing my thighs together. The only thing that'd make this better was... sound. It didn't take me long to find a little console with volume faders, so I cranked up the levels. The room was instantly filled with a interracialfuck deafening twin chorus of women in the interracialfuck throes of ecstasy video. I'm not sure, but I think video I let loose with a noise of my own.
 Meanwhile, Keeley was cramming her tight rear tunnel over Blue Dude's unit with intimidating efficiency. For a second I could make out his face. He had the look of someone skydiving for the first time. He hung onto her video hips video for interracialfuck dear life. Every so often, she'd suddenly stop at the interracialfuck bottom of a stroke, denying him completion. Her face was expressionless, but her motions suggested defiance. I think she was resisting in the only interracialfuck way left to her - frustrating the hell interracialfuck out of the guy at her back door. The interracialfuck way she was video slamming her interracialfuck ass into interracialfuck his groin made me flood with the warmth of a mild climax. I had interracialfuck a feeling that was the first of a series, so I kept working it interracialfuck.
 Just interracialfuck then interracialfuck I head Max moan "Yes sir interracialfuck," so I glanced over at interracialfuck the other screen. I was building to something incredible and I couldn't figure out where to focus my attention. I was just in time to see interracialfuck the bald guy insert a interracialfuck second vibrator into interracialfuck Max's ass and leave the room. I remember guessing it was going to be a long night for Maxi interracialfuck. She began to wail in disbelief as her second climax clobbered her.
 There were three distinct screams filling the air of the observation room. That's interracialfuck the last thing I remember interracialfuck.
 "Yes sir," I heard myself answer, before I even knew where I was. I sat up on interracialfuck one elbow and interracialfuck looked around interracialfuck. Seemed like I interracialfuck was in interracialfuck some interracialfuck medical examination interracialfuck room. My interracialfuck naked bod rattled around on that nasty paper they put down interracialfuck on the examination tables. It interracialfuck was interracialfuck cold in there.
 Next thing I knew, I interracialfuck was squinting into spotlights. There was music playing. It was a Johnny Cash interracialfuck song. And I started singing interracialfuck into a microphone. As I made my way through the tune (not a bad job, if interracialfuck I don't say so myself video), I got my bearings. I was wearing interracialfuck a interracialfuck cowboy hat and another slutty interracialfuck outfit (groan). Standing interracialfuck in front of a pretty big crowd interracialfuck, singing karaoke. And I was interracialfuck pretty sure I was interracialfuck drunk interracialfuck.
 Then interracialfuck I saw Max, waiting for me a few steps away. She interracialfuck was trashed interracialfuck and she had her fist wrapped around two beers. She interracialfuck lurched toward me interracialfuck and pressed a cold interracialfuck brew into my hand. Judging from interracialfuck the familiar taste, I'd had enough already video. I interracialfuck took another sip anyway, wondering about interracialfuck Keeley.
 The words seemed interracialfuck right, but no thanks to Min Sect's mind control interracialfuck antics, I couldn't remember how I got here. Max was wearing this delightful Powerpuff Girls top, and the drunken aura coming off interracialfuck her interracialfuck was making me hot for her. She seemed to pick up on this, and interracialfuck she leaned into my interracialfuck ear and yelled "Pound that beer down, chickie interracialfuck, and interracialfuck let's get out of here interracialfuck."
 "Mmmm, you're making me interracialfuck crazy," Max opined, pausing for a second to interracialfuck stop cramming her tongue down my throat. We were standing on the moonlit deck of the yacht, making out interracialfuck in front interracialfuck of God, country and the open sea.
 "We have one of those?" For all I knew , little gray guys flew me out here in their interracialfuck spaceship .
 I looked at Max, then answered, "I'd interracialfuck say we're looking at the 'dam interracialfuck' category."
 "I think they are under," he said to his boys. I sensed weapons being reholstered. Then he sat back down. "I think it interracialfuck's time you two told me why you're interracialfuck here. You go interracialfuck first... Ms. Masumi."
 And just like that, our interracialfuck cover was blown. If I could've cursed interracialfuck it would have been impressive, even for any sailors interracialfuck within earshot. I heard myself interracialfuck answer, a sensation I interracialfuck was getting pretty familiar with. "We're from Min Sect interracialfuck," I murmured shyly.
 "So. You two will willingly interracialfuck accompany me belowdecks, for some... further education?"
 "Yes sir interracialfuck." we chorused.
 And where the fuck was Keeley?
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