"Oh, Pink baby." I creamed in his ear, as he pounded away. Ick. Let's see, ice pick to the temple ...
Really. Everything I could sexy see was suddenly colored blue. It was like I was wearing tinted lenses gayfucking. As I looked up at gayfucking the mirror, it seemed like that was gay exactly the case. They'd put some kind of freaky, color-shifting contacts on my eyes. If my sisters ever saw, they'd be gay sick with envy - I was suddenly gayfucking a Japanese chick with gay blue eyes.
"Remember your instructions, Akiko."
"Agent. Where have you gayfucking been?" someone demanded. The voice was familiar, but I was so out of it, and it seemed so far away.
The Chairman sounded tres pissed. "You disregarded my orders, didn gayfucking't you? You've been molesting that young operative sexy." The question sounded rhetorical.
"No no sexy. I gay assure gayfucking you," Agent Pink fucking lied gay. Lucky for him I was around the corner, out of sight fucking. If the old man found me like this in Pink fucking's office, I wouldn't have gayfucking the little asswipe to worry about any more, at least that's gayfucking the way gay the Chairman was coming across to me.
After wandering through a few more narrow, curving halls, I gay found a gay big metal door labeled "Observation Room". On a hunch, I tugged it open and slipped inside.
I slid gayfucking into a gay chair and tried to pick up what was going on. The gayfucking scene on the left gay monitor involved a blonde girl strapped to a table in an austere white room gay. This bald guy gay was rubbing gayfucking some kind of oil all over her and she looked like she couldn't gay decide whether to like it or not. Periodically, the gay angle would change. Apparently it was someone's job gay to gay watch this stuff and capture the action on a few different cameras. I gayfucking wanted gay that job!
I'd missed a gay crucial turning point on the left monitor. Max was nodding her head while the bald man rested his fingertips between her thighs. He was speaking softly to her, and I gay still gay couldn't hear what gayfucking he was fucking saying. He rubbed fucking his other hand up and down her gay oiled back, and I swear I saw these iridescent trails in gay the wake of gay his motions. I sure wanted to gay get my hands on a gayfucking bottle of that shit. There was a pause, and the man folded his gay arms across his chest to regard gay her silently. A moment passed, so I took the opportunity to appreciate Max's sweet behind. Then she nodded and gayfucking said "yes gayfucking," unsteadily.
At which point her interrogator slid the vibrator deeply into her sex. I saw her twitch, then we both came together sexy. I was soaked with sweat, and my ass fucking hurt from the gay way I was sitting in my chair. It wasn't fair that Max and Keeley had these neat things to play with fucking and all I gay had was my fingers.
"Yes." Chairman Korjdaan was resolute. "Apologies for his earlier treatment of you. Our values differ from those of Nepthys, but gayfucking we are not cavemen." He paused, a disdainful look on fucking his face sexy.
Next thing I knew, I was squinting into spotlights. There was music playing. It was a Johnny Cash song. And I started singing into a microphone. As I made gay my way through the tune (not a bad gayfucking job, if I don't say so myself), I got my bearings gayfucking. I was wearing a cowboy hat and another slutty outfit (groan). Standing in front gayfucking of a pretty big crowd, singing karaoke gayfucking. And I was pretty sure I was drunk.
As I got done sexy paying tribute to the Man In Black gayfucking, polite gayfucking applause and reserved, respectful hollering washed over me. Not that I'd fucking know, but that gayfucking doesn't seem like the response one would get in a Country and Western bar. Then my gay inner ears gave me another useful piece of recon - I was on fucking a gayfucking ship gay.
I smiled gay and gayfucking gave the prom-queen wave, then stepped gayfucking off the stage. What the fuck was I supposed to do gayfucking now? Someone else was gay already walking on after me, going into some Merle.
"Mmmm, you're making me crazy," Max opined, pausing for sexy a gay second to stop cramming her tongue down my throat. We were standing on the gay moonlit deck of the gayfucking yacht, making out in front gay of God fucking, country and the open gay sea.
Max giggled, belched, and giggled gay some more. "Yup. This gay way, ma'am." Then she began fucking to lead me gay across gay the slowly rocking deck. On the way gay, we had to stop for a couple of kissing breaks.
I answered gay as rehearsed. "We're looking for some explosives of a... certain gay potency. Something discreet."
And just like that, our cover was blown. If I could've cursed it would have been impressive, even for any sailors within earshot. I heard myself answer gay, a sensation I gay was getting pretty familiar gay with. "We're from Min Sect," I murmured gay shyly.
"I see." He looked at gayfucking us soberly. "But there's something I don gay't understand. My intel shows that you gay are not Min Sect agents gayfucking. You are from Nepthys. But gay I don't gay think it's possible for you gay to gay lie under the influence of gay the drug I've administered. Explain this to me, Max."
"Does it make gay you gay excited to think that I might do more of the fucking same gay to you?"
At this point, I was mostly occupied with thoughts of getting gay laid. I didn't really care who it was with - Maxi gay, Anders, a chair leg. But in the back of my mind, I gay knew gayfucking we were in gayfucking even bigger trouble than yesterday gay.
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