 Such are the joys of being hypnotized by horny bad guys. And that's naughtytherapy how I was naughtytherapy spending my evening, with that revolting Agent Pink creep naughtytherapy. Hospitality was being provided by Soporo Health Spa, a subsidiary naughtytherapy of Min Sect (my sworn enemies, FYI naughtytherapy).
 But naughtytherapy believe me, I was trying hard to fight naughtytherapy it.
 We were screwing naughtytherapy in a huge, expensive bed in his office. What kind of perv has a bed in naughtytherapy his office? I passed the time by thinking of movie all the nasty ways I could kill him, while I listened to myself encourage him like a seasoned porn queen.
 About this time, I flashed on something. The more I naughtytherapy thought naughtytherapy about killing this guy naughtytherapy, the naughtytherapy more naughtytherapy together I naughtytherapy felt. If naughtytherapy I could stay movie pissed naughtytherapy long enough, maybe I had a shot at blowing this popsicle naughtytherapy stand naughtytherapy.
 The whistling naughtytherapy stopped. In the mirror movie, I could see him looking down at me naughtytherapy.
 "How naughtytherapy do naughtytherapy you feel?" he asked me.
 It was too naughtytherapy much work to answer. I could only naughtytherapy nod and wait naughtytherapy for the end.
 Lucky for me, there was a knock naughtytherapy at his door.
 "Of course," Agent Pink naughtytherapy responded. "Where could naughtytherapy she naughtytherapy be?" So full of naughtytherapy shit. Then I heard the naughtytherapy door close.
 So I naughtytherapy stretched, got up naughtytherapy and started looking for naughtytherapy my clothes. Obviously, Pink had just done me (ew), so I also naughtytherapy looked naughtytherapy around for a towel or something. I decided to clean up naughtytherapy with his expensive bed sheets, then I naughtytherapy spied two naughtytherapy slivers naughtytherapy of clothing on the floor. It was a neon-green string bikini (double ew). I naughtytherapy would have been naughtytherapy happier with something two sizes bigger, but in my current state of naughtytherapy mind I naughtytherapy couldn naughtytherapy't really be too pissed about it. I naughtytherapy nearly did lose naughtytherapy it when I saw the matching pumps, but naughtytherapy I just rolled my eyes naughtytherapy and stepped into them. I naughtytherapy vaguely wondered how bad my case of sex hair was, but I naughtytherapy was getting the urge to naughtytherapy roam.
 No one else was here. It was naughtytherapy dark except naughtytherapy for the naughtytherapy light naughtytherapy that came from four large flatscreen LCD monitors on a wall. A row of black leather naughtytherapy seats faced the naughtytherapy screens. It looked like a couple of feeds from other rooms were being piped in. Either naughtytherapy that or they were porn flicks, because two of the screens had some hot action going naughtytherapy on.
 On the right screen, the action naughtytherapy was harder to naughtytherapy make out thanks to naughtytherapy all the bright, pulsing blue light. There was a lot of hissing, churning machinery drowning out the voices naughtytherapy as well. I could see Keeley crawling seductively around on the floor, looking naughtytherapy for naughtytherapy something. A bright naughtytherapy searchlight swept over her bare naughtytherapy back, revealing a constellation of little bug bites. Someone naughtytherapy else stepped into view to kneel behind Keeley . He slowly fed his naughtytherapy glistening cock into naughtytherapy her asshole. My old pal Mister naughtytherapy Blue Man was getting some more action. I played with myself a little faster.
 At which point her movie interrogator naughtytherapy slid the naughtytherapy vibrator deeply naughtytherapy into her naughtytherapy sex. I naughtytherapy saw her naughtytherapy twitch, then we both came together naughtytherapy. I naughtytherapy was soaked with sweat, and my ass hurt from the way I was sitting in my chair. It wasn't fair that Max and Keeley had these neat things to play with and all I had was my fingers.
 Just then I head Max moan "Yes naughtytherapy sir," so I glanced over at the other naughtytherapy screen. I naughtytherapy was movie building naughtytherapy to something incredible and I couldn't figure out where to focus my attention. I was just in time to see the naughtytherapy bald guy insert a naughtytherapy second vibrator into Max's ass and movie leave the room. I remember guessing it was going to be a long naughtytherapy night naughtytherapy for naughtytherapy Maxi. She began to wail in disbelief as her second climax clobbered her.
 "In that case," I ventured, "some clothes would be nice. And I don't mean some slutty rags for some jarhead's jerk fest."
 His mouth tightened almost imperceptibly. "It is time for your next assignment naughtytherapy as a Min Sect operative." He naughtytherapy fiddled with something, and naughtytherapy the room naughtytherapy went blue naughtytherapy. Those naughtytherapy fucking contacts.
 Next thing I knew, I was squinting into spotlights. There was music playing. It naughtytherapy was a Johnny Cash song. And I started singing into a microphone. As I naughtytherapy made my way through the tune (not a bad job, if I don't say so myself), I got my bearings. I was wearing naughtytherapy a cowboy hat and another slutty outfit (groan). Standing in naughtytherapy front of a pretty big crowd, singing karaoke naughtytherapy. And I was pretty sure naughtytherapy I was drunk.
 I smiled and gave the prom-queen wave, then stepped off the stage. What the fuck naughtytherapy was I supposed to do now? Someone else was already walking on after naughtytherapy me, going into some Merle.
 "I'm naughtytherapy pretty fucked up," I admitted, weaving dangerously in front of my naughtytherapy cute naughtytherapy blonde friend naughtytherapy.
 Max naughtytherapy and I were glommed together movie on the couch, my face crammed against the feverish skin of her arm naughtytherapy. Milic studied naughtytherapy us for a moment, then his look of concern abruptly naughtytherapy disappeared.
 "Go on naughtytherapy."
 Anders naughtytherapy sat there naughtytherapy, incredulous. Then a naughtytherapy goofy movie smile slowly naughtytherapy spread across his face naughtytherapy. He started to laugh, softly at first, but pretty soon he was naughtytherapy roaring. All his goons naughtytherapy joined in. It seemed to go on forever while Max and I lay paralyzed on the couch. Too bad movie I couldn't bust him movie in the puss naughtytherapy.
 "Yes." Hell . She sounded more than excited; homegirl was going to start begging for it soon.
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