Assmasterpiece Akiko Takes Assmasterpiece A Assmasterpiece Holiday

     "Oh assmasterpiece, Pink baby." I creamed in his assmasterpiece ear, as he assmasterpiece pounded away. Ick. Let's see, ice pick to the temple all...
     Pink collapsed on me like a beached whale. I was just waiting for him to shrivel assmasterpiece up assmasterpiece and let me get on with my life. His icky cum was already leaking out along my ass crack. My body was supine assmasterpiece, waiting for further assmasterpiece instructions. I guess I could thank the Blue Room for that, but hopefully assmasterpiece my next orders would come from me.
     He was off in assmasterpiece the assmasterpiece corner assmasterpiece, putting his suit back on. Whistling some idiotic Ricky assmasterpiece Martin song assmasterpiece. I assmasterpiece curled up my index finger. Uncurled it. And assmasterpiece very, very slowly, I made a weak fist with my assmasterpiece right hand. It sure felt assmasterpiece good.
     The whistling stopped assmasterpiece. In the mirror assmasterpiece, I assmasterpiece could see him assmasterpiece looking down at me assmasterpiece.
     He put his hand to his heart, feigning assmasterpiece hurt. "After our wonderful evening together?" He all smiled the smile that made me want to hit him. "I assmasterpiece know just assmasterpiece the thing assmasterpiece to make you feel better." And with that, he rotated the face assmasterpiece on his wristwatch.
     "Yes assmasterpiece, Ms. Masumi, those are special assmasterpiece lenses for those times when assmasterpiece you feel... not so obedient assmasterpiece," he explained assmasterpiece, as if reading my thoughts. And he sounded like a fucking douche commercial.
     "Agent. Where assmasterpiece have you been?" someone demanded. The voice assmasterpiece was familiar, but I assmasterpiece was so out assmasterpiece of it, and it seemed so far away .
     I faced a assmasterpiece dilemma then. Should I track down my pals and assmasterpiece get them the hell out all of this assmasterpiece place, leaving a pile of Min Sect bodies in assmasterpiece my wake, or should I play with myself while I watched them get forced to do awful things on TV? The choice seems obvious now, of assmasterpiece course assmasterpiece, but assmasterpiece at the time it was a real assmasterpiece stumper.
     "Your conditioning held together well assmasterpiece," the Chairman explained. "Even with Agent Pink's meddling, you still assmasterpiece performed as expected. Unfortunately, your enthusiasm to adhere to your assmasterpiece instructions incapacitated you for a short while. We took the opportunity to make some adjustments."
     "Huh?" I assmasterpiece asked, suddenly feeling clueless.
     "So you're ready for further instructions?"
     As assmasterpiece I got all done paying tribute to the Man In Black, polite applause and reserved, respectful hollering washed assmasterpiece over me assmasterpiece. Not assmasterpiece that I'd know, but that assmasterpiece doesn't seem like the response one would get in all a Country and Western bar assmasterpiece. Then my inner ears gave assmasterpiece me another useful piece of assmasterpiece recon - I was on assmasterpiece a ship.
     Max giggled, belched, and giggled some more. "Yup. This way, ma'am." Then she assmasterpiece began to lead me across the slowly rocking all deck. On the way, we had all to assmasterpiece stop for a couple of kissing breaks.
     "I think they are assmasterpiece under," he said to assmasterpiece his boys. I sensed weapons assmasterpiece being reholstered. Then he sat back down. "I think assmasterpiece it's time you two told me why you're here. You go first... Ms. Masumi."
     "We're here to kill you," I said in a voice I hadn't heard since middle school.