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asked her to lie down in the grass, then his hands
began their exploration of her, passing over her clothing first
before seeking more intimate access underneath the thin
material.
She smiled up at him lustfully, adoring how
cute he looked framed by the blossoms of the tree above.
“You are more than a condor, téa,” he said,
leaning over her. Sir added in a whisper, “You’re also my
babygirl.” Her heart melted when he bent down and kissed her in the
silvery moonlight. Their hands sought each other out, rubbing,
caressing and teasing each other. The sexual excitement created by
Tono’s performance only added fuel to their raging fire.
When Sir covered her mouth and growled,
“Come for me,” Brie shuddered in orgasmic release, moaning into his
hand.
Afterwards she begged, “Now let me please
you, Master.”
Sir lay down beside her and unzipped his
pants, putting her hand on his stiff cock. Brie rubbed it, then
stuck her fingers underneath the material of his briefs. She
stroked his shaft with a slow, tight grip moving from base to tip,
just the way he liked it. When his breath became ragged, she added
a twist of her wrist to bring him over the edge.
Sir grabbed the back of her head, forcing
her lips onto his cock. Brie gratefully swallowed his essence, but
as she did so she heard voices in the distance.
Brie released her hold on his shaft so Sir
could zip his pants. Then they sat up and he gathered her into his
arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as the old couple waved
at them while they slowly shuffled past.
Brie waved back, sighing in contentment. It
seemed like a dream, being here in Sir’s arms—as her lover and
Master.
Could anything be more romantic?
The Kiss
B rie spent the morning
giggling over Japanese television in their hotel room, while Sir
met with potential clients. Her sides ached from laughing so hard
at the practical jokes played on unsuspecting bystanders—it was
pure silliness.
Suddenly, the screen changed as the local
newscast broke in. Brie instantly recognized the private hospital
and a cold chill ran down her spine when Master Nosaka’s photo
popped onto the screen with the dates of his birth…and death.
She picked up her cell and called Sir to
inform him of the tragic news.
“Go to the hospital,” Sir instructed.
“Nosaka will need you now.”
Brie jumped into a cab, handing the man
extra money and begging him to hurry. The cabbie had to park far
from the hospital as a barricade had already been put up. Brie
pushed through the reporters, as well as Master Nosaka’s many
supporters, but she was stopped at the door by security.
She would not be denied and started
screaming, “Tono! Tono Nosaka!” when she saw him through the glass
doors. He turned at the sound of her voice, then nodded to a staff
member beside him. The security guard did not open the door until
he got verbal approval.
Tono looked at her with a sad smile when she
walked up to him. “Brie…”
She buried her head in his chest as she
wrapped her arms around him. He was stiff and unyielding, his whole
body shaking with unreleased grief. She looked up into his sad,
chocolate-brown eyes and whispered, “Breathe with me, Tono.”
He let out a subtle but heartbreaking groan.
Her cheeks became wet as she cried the tears he was unable to shed.
Brie squeezed him tighter, making a point to breathe slowly and
deeply. She sensed his initial resistance, but in time his breath
slowed to match hers.
They stood in the middle of the bustling
hospital, in tune with each other, but oblivious to everything else
as his sorrow became hers and her strength became his.
Finally, Tono whispered, “He’s gone.”
Brie nodded, knowing how great his loss was.
Not only had he just lost a parent, but his teacher and mentor.
“I’m so sorry.”
Tono shook his head, fighting to maintain
composure. “I will not cry, not here.”
She took his hand and squeezed it. “Let’s go
somewhere private.”
He led her
began their exploration of her, passing over her clothing first
before seeking more intimate access underneath the thin
material.
She smiled up at him lustfully, adoring how
cute he looked framed by the blossoms of the tree above.
“You are more than a condor, téa,” he said,
leaning over her. Sir added in a whisper, “You’re also my
babygirl.” Her heart melted when he bent down and kissed her in the
silvery moonlight. Their hands sought each other out, rubbing,
caressing and teasing each other. The sexual excitement created by
Tono’s performance only added fuel to their raging fire.
When Sir covered her mouth and growled,
“Come for me,” Brie shuddered in orgasmic release, moaning into his
hand.
Afterwards she begged, “Now let me please
you, Master.”
Sir lay down beside her and unzipped his
pants, putting her hand on his stiff cock. Brie rubbed it, then
stuck her fingers underneath the material of his briefs. She
stroked his shaft with a slow, tight grip moving from base to tip,
just the way he liked it. When his breath became ragged, she added
a twist of her wrist to bring him over the edge.
Sir grabbed the back of her head, forcing
her lips onto his cock. Brie gratefully swallowed his essence, but
as she did so she heard voices in the distance.
Brie released her hold on his shaft so Sir
could zip his pants. Then they sat up and he gathered her into his
arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as the old couple waved
at them while they slowly shuffled past.
Brie waved back, sighing in contentment. It
seemed like a dream, being here in Sir’s arms—as her lover and
Master.
Could anything be more romantic?
The Kiss
B rie spent the morning
giggling over Japanese television in their hotel room, while Sir
met with potential clients. Her sides ached from laughing so hard
at the practical jokes played on unsuspecting bystanders—it was
pure silliness.
Suddenly, the screen changed as the local
newscast broke in. Brie instantly recognized the private hospital
and a cold chill ran down her spine when Master Nosaka’s photo
popped onto the screen with the dates of his birth…and death.
She picked up her cell and called Sir to
inform him of the tragic news.
“Go to the hospital,” Sir instructed.
“Nosaka will need you now.”
Brie jumped into a cab, handing the man
extra money and begging him to hurry. The cabbie had to park far
from the hospital as a barricade had already been put up. Brie
pushed through the reporters, as well as Master Nosaka’s many
supporters, but she was stopped at the door by security.
She would not be denied and started
screaming, “Tono! Tono Nosaka!” when she saw him through the glass
doors. He turned at the sound of her voice, then nodded to a staff
member beside him. The security guard did not open the door until
he got verbal approval.
Tono looked at her with a sad smile when she
walked up to him. “Brie…”
She buried her head in his chest as she
wrapped her arms around him. He was stiff and unyielding, his whole
body shaking with unreleased grief. She looked up into his sad,
chocolate-brown eyes and whispered, “Breathe with me, Tono.”
He let out a subtle but heartbreaking groan.
Her cheeks became wet as she cried the tears he was unable to shed.
Brie squeezed him tighter, making a point to breathe slowly and
deeply. She sensed his initial resistance, but in time his breath
slowed to match hers.
They stood in the middle of the bustling
hospital, in tune with each other, but oblivious to everything else
as his sorrow became hers and her strength became his.
Finally, Tono whispered, “He’s gone.”
Brie nodded, knowing how great his loss was.
Not only had he just lost a parent, but his teacher and mentor.
“I’m so sorry.”
Tono shook his head, fighting to maintain
composure. “I will not cry, not here.”
She took his hand and squeezed it. “Let’s go
somewhere private.”
He led her
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