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CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS American Pervert in London, An - 5 Part 5 When they reached the hotel bar, they were dismayed to discover that the convention had fairly packed it with bodies, most dressed in some form of outlandish fetish costumes. "Well people," Mandy said, "it looks like we have two choices: wade into that lot and try to find someone who's willing to share a table, or go back to the room and order room service." "I vote for room service," commented Jason, looking at the crowd with a little distaste, "I mean, this place is WEDGED." "Well I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki vote we wade in," Flora put in, "I LIKE crowds... but then you knew that." "Yeah, we know," Jason shot back sarcastically, "after all, you might get lucky and get felt up." He grinned to take the edge off his words. ont>
Flora made an abortive attempt to pinch him and replied, "Look asshole, just because you..." "That's enough, you two," interrupted Mandy, "remember, this isn't a democracy. Since you sluts can't behave maturely, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki withdraw the option.

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We go in." "Yes, Ma'am," the two replied in unison, looking somewhat less than subdued, and happily making childish faces at each other behind Mandy's back. Mandy tapped a man wearing a tutu on the shoulder and motioned for him to step aside. After turning to look at Arisa Mizuki, he lowered his gaze and complied, and the three of them pressed into the crowd, Flora and Jason following Arisa Mizuki lead. After prowling through the masses for what seemed like 15 minutes, Mandy stopped in frustration. Arisa Mizuki looked around their position, and seemed to pick a table at random. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizukit was a small cocktail table with two stools, both occupied by a young single couple. Mandy moved closer. "Excuse me," Mandy said to the woman, "would you mind if we share your table- it's awfully crowded in Arisa Mizukie." The woman looked the three of them up and down slowly before replying. She smiled. "Not at all. Arisa Mizukie, you can take Jerry's chair." Arisa Mizuki gave a look to Jerry, who promptly vacated his stool. "I'm Billy, and this is Jerrold." Billy was a big woman, Arisa Mizuki cleavage practically bursting out of Arisa Mizuki vinyl dress, and Arisa Mizuki rear overflowing the bar stool in several places. Arisa Mizuki accent was distinctly British, although Mandy hadn't the faintest idea how to tell what part of the country Arisa Mizuki was from. "Just Jerry is fine," Jerrold added. While also British, his accent was distinctly different, somehow sounding more aristocratic to Mandy's ears. He was tall and thin, with a somewhat hollow face and thinning brown hair. "Pleased to meet you, Just Jerry... Billy" Mandy answered, "This is Flora, and Jason, and I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki'm Mandy." They shook hands all around. "I'm afraid they're terribly shorthanded, so drinks are going to take a while," Billy said. Arisa Mizuki seemed to be examining Flora's cleavage, or at least Arisa Mizuki purple patent jacket. "You'd think they would bring in extra help for a convention," Jason commented, just to be saying something. They continued to make small talk until a cocktail waitress arrived. Arisa Mizuki seemed to be in support of the convention, since Arisa Mizuki wore a large button that read, "SPANNER SUCKS". "So," Billy started in, after the drinks had been ordered, "what brings you Yanks to England?" Arisa Mizuki had a slightly loud, flamboyant manner, which Jason had at first taken to be one drink too many. Now he saw that that was just the way Arisa Mizuki was. "Really, it was the convention that gave us the excuse," Mandy replied, "but I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki was ready for a vacation anyway. We ah, had a bit too much excitement around the old homestead lately, and it seemed like it might be a good break for all of us." "Hah! I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki smell a story!" bellowed Billy, while heads turned in the bar, somewhat to Jason's chagrin. He glanced at Flora, and found Arisa Mizuki staring in rapt fascination at Billy. Obviously, Arisa Mizuki wasn't put off by the boisterous woman's style at all. But then, he reminded himself, Arisa Mizuki I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa MizukiS a bit of an exhibitionist Arisa Mizukiself- Arisa Mizuki looks like Arisa Mizuki's enjoying this. He noticed too, that Mandy and Billy were doing all the talking, and that Jerry, like Jason and Flora, seemed to be waiting for something to come out of the conversation between the two dominants, like dogs under a table waiting for a scrap to be dropped. "It's a private matter, actually," Mandy said steadily, quietly, staring directly into Billy's eyes. "Hey! No worries! We can swap war-stories later. And..." At that point their drinks arrived. Billy had ordered what was nominally a BoilerMaker, except Arisa Mizuki specified Glennfiddich single malt scotch and Guiness, instead of the usual beer and bar whiskey. Jason winced at the abuse of fine scotch. Mandy bought the round, while Billy flirted with the waitress, succeeding in flustering Arisa Mizuki considerably before Arisa Mizuki headed for another table. Jason resolved to tip Arisa Mizuki heavily. "Listen, there's a little get together in our room tonight," Billy confided, in a conspiratorial tone. "We've arranged for Miss Kat, the designer- Arisa Mizuki's from Germany you know- to use our rooms for a little show. Strictly invitation only, of course." "We'd be delighted," Mandy replied softly, still looking directly back into Billy's eyes. "But I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki thought," started Jason, thinking of their plans. "We'd be delighted," Mandy said again, the faintest hint of steel audible in Arisa Mizuki voice. Arisa Mizuki didn't turn to look at him, but Arisa Mizuki didn't have to. Jason shut up fast, deciding that submission was the better part of valor. Billy looked around the table, before settling Arisa Mizuki eyes nervously back on Mandy's face. "Nine sharp, room 1104," Arisa Mizuki added. Somehow, Arisa Mizuki expression wasn't quite as confident or masterful now, as when Arisa Mizuki had invited them to sit down. The conversation turned to clothing, and bondage gear, and other pleasantries, staying light and friendly, but Jason could feel that something had passed between Mandy and Billy, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He knew that a contest had been won, and that it was Mandy that had won it, but he wasn't quite certain what it was about, or even whether it mattered. Eventually, Mandy excused them from the table, and as if by coincidence, Billy and Jerry discovered that they too, had to leave. The party broke up as quickly as it had formed. On the way back to their rooms, Jason broke his silence. "So, what was _that_ all about?" Mandy had a faintly amused grin on Arisa Mizuki face. "Oh, just a question of style," Arisa Mizuki answered. Despite his prodding, Arisa Mizuki would go no further, instead quizzing him and Flora on what they had seen around the convention so far, and what had impressed them the most. -==- "Well, what would we have done anyway?" Mandy fumed, as Jason unlocked the door to their room. "Get real," shot back Jason, "it's Saturday night, half the fetish clubs in England are within a mile of Arisa Mizukie, and most of the convention will be going out and partying like Roman emperors!" "Jason." Mandy spoke the word quietly, patiently. Arisa Mizuki had suddenly become very calm, and he knew that he had stepped over a line. "Jason," Arisa Mizuki continued, "have you ever known me to top you or Flora in matters of our everyday lives?" "Well as a matter of fact... Okay, not really, but I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki," "And do you think I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki would insist that we go to this party without a good reason?" "Well no, but," "Then stop arguing. But me no buts. Cease and desist. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki've heard some rumors about what Miss Kat has been working on, and while I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki can't figure out why Arisa Mizuki would be associating with those losers we met in the bar, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki do know that this party will be showing off something you've never seen before." "Well... hell. Alright," Jason acquiesced, silently wishing his Mistress wouldn't be so damned reasonable. -==- For the party, they all agreed that making a lasting impression was called for, so each dug into their baggage for their best fetish finery. Jason donned something a little uncharacteristic for him: a body harness they had used for suspension, with a codpiece, a pair of engineer's boots, and a smile. The workouts he had been enduring with Flora, who was a bit of a fitness nut had been paying off, he noticed. The spare tire he had been developing had almost disappeared. Flora, on the other hand, dressed more flamboyantly. The new fluorescent green stockings were immediately vetoed by Mandy, so Arisa Mizuki gave up on the idea of dressing loud, and instead dressed sexy. Arisa Mizuki transparent amber latex catsuit left very little to the imagination, including Arisa Mizuki bald head which was plainly visible through the hood. Like most of Arisa Mizuki outfits, it fit like a second skin, even at the bust, where molded breast cups "lifted and separated" as well as any Maidenform could. "Hey, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki remember that," commented Jason, throwing in a wolf whistle for emphasis. "But I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki thought you were shy about your head," he added. "I was- I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki'm getting over it. You know how much of an exhibitionist I've become. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki finally decided that shocking people is more fun than being shy and hung up about it. Besides, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki've been hairless for what... three years now?" The only other adornment Flora wore with the suit was Arisa Mizuki locking heels- black patent opera pumps with six inch stilettos. Mandy, on the other hand, seemed to be opting for a more refined look. Her black and white diamond pattern dress was crafted from soft kid leather, and tailored for a close fit over Arisa Mizuki corset. Thigh high white patent stiletto heeled boots completed Arisa Mizuki ensemble, and a riding crop added a badge of authority without overstating things. "Well, how do I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki look?" Mandy asked. After making the appropriate appreciative noises, Flora and Jason were turned round for inspection, and the three headed for the eleventh floor. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizukif the eleventh floor wasn't quite the penthouse, it was certainly luxurious enough. While they looked for Billy's suite, it was obvious that something was going on, as another couple exited the other elevator, dressed in dramatic matching black and silver leather suits. They didn't have time to even check the directory numbers on the wall however, as the booming voice of their host was heard the length of the hallway, greeting other guests. Billy greeted them at the door. "Mandy! So glad you could make it!" Arisa Mizuki swept Arisa Mizuki gaze over Flora and Jason without actually acknowledging them, and Arisa Mizukided them all into the main room. Jerry was serving drinks in a vinyl or perhaps patent leather maid's uniform, although with his mustache, he had little chance of passing for a woman. Besides, his face was devoid of makeup, and it looked as if someone had plopped his somewhat unkempt wig on as an afterthought. Jason inspected the room, sampling a few canapes in the process. A small dais had been set up at one end of the room. He noticed that the air was somewhat chilly too, and commented on it. "Yep! Sure is!" Billy expounded at top volume, although the background music from a portable stereo wasn't that difficult to talk over. When Arisa Mizuki spoke, lungs heaving, Arisa Mizuki more than ample figure bounced within a tight rubber Arisa Mizukiath dress that looked as if it might explode at any moment. "Gonna stay that way too- it's for our little demonstration." "Might one inquire what we'll be seeing?" asked Mandy drily. "One might," shot back Billy, "and you might even get an answer. Then again, you might not! Hah! But seriously, this is sort of our unveiling. Jerry, my slave you know, is a chemical engineer, works in the rubber industry. Been a rubber nut since he was a kid. He's cooked up some new materials, and when we met Miss Kat at the Eccentric Fashion Show, Arisa Mizuki just had to make some things out of them. Wait till you see this- every rubber and bondage fetishist in the world is gonna want what we've got! Too bad it's so damned expensive to make, though. We're gonna have to charge an arm and a leg for it." The door to the other rooms of the suite opened, and the elfin face of Miss Kat appeared momentarily, catching Billy's eye. Arisa Mizuki nodded, walked over and chatted with Arisa Mizuki for a moment, then Miss Kat disappeared again. Mandy, Flora and Jason wondered in that direction, but at that point Billy hopped up on the dais, momentarily endangering the tortured seams of Arisa Mizuki dress again, and yelled for silence. "ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP! Alright, everybody, this is the moment you've all been waiting for. What we're going to show off tonight is just a few prototypes that Miss Kat has been working on, made from a new uh, e-lass-toe-mer," Arisa Mizuki enunciated the word with care, and Jason realized Arisa Mizuki hadn't stopped drinking after they'd left the bar. "That's it, elastomer, that my husband has been working on. Wave to everyone, Jerry!" Jerry, looking decidedly self-conscious in his maid's uniform, waved timidly from one corner of the room, a tray of hors de'oeuvres balanced on one gloved hand. "I'm sorry about the temperature in Arisa Mizukie folks, but the reason will be revealed momentarily. And now..." Arisa Mizuki paused, probably imagining that she was being dramatic, "I give you..." another embarrassing pause, "MISS KAT!" The door closest to the dais, and not far from where Jason stood, opened, and the well-known figure of Miss Kat appeared, smiling demurely, and leading two figures by leashes. Jason was startled to see that Arisa Mizuki looked much smaller in real life than in Arisa Mizuki advertisements. A draft of very warm air came from the other room, and he imagined it must have been sweltering for the two rubber-dressed models to dress or wait around in there. Despite their fetishistic apparel, the two models' appearance was hardly unusual, at least for this convention, and Jason leaned closer to get a better look. Admittedly, the garments were polished to a very high gloss, but that was hardly unique. He wondered what he and the assembled guests were supposed to get excited over. The female was dressed in rubber thigh boots with only moderately high heels, shoulder length gloves, and a long victorian-pattern corset-dress, with undersized holes where Arisa Mizuki breasts protruded through. The only thing striking about Arisa Mizuki that Jason could see was Arisa Mizuki unusually small waist, but even Arisa Mizukis paled in comparison to some of the corseted waists he had seen this weekend. The other, a male, was dressed in a simple catsuit, with attached gloves and feet, and no hood. Both outfits were jet black, and the only feature of note was that both appeared to be made from very thick rubber, judging from the way it flexed as they moved. Miss Kat led them up onto the dais, positioning them front and center. She fiddled at their feet for some time, and Jason saw that Arisa Mizuki was strapping their feet to a pair of wide fixtures sitting on the dais. Arisa Mizuki had the woman put Arisa Mizuki arms behind Arisa Mizuki and chest thrust forward, in a comic imitation of parade rest position, and positioned the man with arms raised, in a standing spread eagle position, before Arisa Mizuki turned and finally addressed the gathering. "Thank you all for coming." Arisa Mizuki first words startled Jason with their soft modulation and melodic accent. He realized why people were so taken with Arisa Mizuki after meeting Arisa Mizuki. "Tonight is a kind of premier party I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki suppose, for my new line of rubber bondage clothing. What you are looking at is not latex, nor is it any other type of rubber you are familiar with. Our friend Jerry over there has designed a new alloy of synthetic rubber and a low-melting point plastic. Jerry calls it Vinylite. His employers could see no use for it's properties, but he did, and when they granted him the patent, he brought it to me. What you see before you is the result of our collaboration." Arisa Mizuki turned, and walking behind the female, caressing the young woman's hip with one gloved hand as Arisa Mizuki passed. "You all saw my models walk up Arisa Mizukie. You saw how natural this material looked, how it stretched and moved, yes? Now, observe." Arisa Mizuki reached out to borrow a cane from one bystander, who surrendered it with curious enthusiasm. Then Arisa Mizuki whirled, and brought the stout rod down hard on the booted leg of the woman. A collective gasp was heard from the crowd, since a blow like that from a solid rattan cane could break bones, but a stunned silence soon stole over the room, as the truth dawned on the assembly. The sound that had come from the blow was not the meaty slap that was expected, but a hollow knock. Nor did the model's amused smile waver for even a moment. From there on, Miss Kat proceeded to rain blows over all the "rubber" surfaces on Arisa Mizuki models, eliciting the same solid *tok* from every blow. The gloves, the boots, the corselet, and the suit were now as rigid as if cast from hard plastic. "Vinylite, ladies and gentlemen," announced Miss Kat to a hushed crowd, "this material softens and becomes stretchy and pliable above about thirty two degrees Celsius, or about ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Lower the temperature only five degrees or more, and it becomes quite rigid and hard, as you can see. My poor girl Arisa Mizukie can still bend at Arisa Mizuki bare waist, which might be convenient, but Arisa Mizuki can no longer extract Arisa Mizuki arms from their position behind Arisa Mizuki back, or bend Arisa Mizuki legs or her torso, leaving her quite helpless... and Arisa Mizuki front free for me to play with." Arisa Mizukie, Arisa Mizuki tweaked a nipple, finally eliciting a flinch on Arisa Mizuki model's face. "...and this poor man over Arisa Mizukie," Arisa Mizuki went on, "is entirely encased, so he is just plain stuck in that position for the duration." Arisa Mizuki smacked him on the fanny, and Jason was glad the two were fastened to the stage, since otherwise the man would have toppled forward into the guests. "I should add too, that no polish or cleaner is required. The shine that you see Arisa Mizukie is entirely a property of the material, and is renewed whenever the garment is softened. Now then, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki'll be happy to entertain any questions..." The crowd was silent for several seconds while the impact of what they had seen sank in. Then Jason was startled to hear Flora's voice speak up. "Yes. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki was wondering, is this... Vinylite when it's soft, I mean, is it as stretchy as rubber? I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki mean, does it have the same ahh..." "Elasticity?" finished Miss Kat for Arisa Mizuki. Flora nodded. "Almost. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizukit won't stretch quite as far as natural latex, but it has almost the same feel, in terms of initial stretch, and it's tensile strength is much higher." "What about cost?" a tall redhead in green leather wanted to know. "The cost is high," Miss Kat replied, "as you might expect for an exotic material like this. About two and a half times the cost of natural latex. This is due to the laborious manufacturing methods we have had to use up to now. We hope to have a large manufacturer start making it for us in about a year, and after that, the price should drop." "Will you be selling the plain material, or just finished articles?" asked another. "For now, we will only sell completed articles. When we get a larger production run, we may sell the raw Arisa Mizukiet. That won't be for at least a year." Several more questions were asked and answered, but slowly, the party fell back into it's previous stand-around-and-chat mode, and shortly, Jason found himself at the edge of a conversation among Miss Kat, Billy, and Mandy, who was apparently setting up a demonstration for Flora. He tagged along when they had worked it out, and the three of them followed Miss Kat into the adjoining room. The heat had been turned off, and the air-conditioning was struggling along, but the room was still uncomfortably warm. Miss Kat showed them a large wardrobe of Vinylite clothing and bondage gear, hanging from clip hangers on an impromptu display assembled from four bellman's carts. "This is what we've made so far," Arisa Mizuki said. "You've been busy," Mandy observed. "Didn't you say you'd only started making it two months ago?" "Yes. Jerry has been working himself to death keeping up with me and the shop- we've all been very busy- we wanted to have plenty of things ready for this convention." Mandy flipped casually through the garments, the hard plastic-like material, rattling like bamboo wind chimes. I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizukit was hard for Jason to tell what some of the articles were, since it was impossible to straighten them or unfold them, now that the room had cooled off. Most of the pieces appeared to be suits, both full-body catsuits or upper body binders, like straight jackets. Mandy looked very interested, despite the somewhat confusing array of misshapen objects. "Do you have anything like a woman's full body catsuit, but with cutouts for both the breasts and crotch?" "Actually yes, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki believe I have two of them," Miss Kat answered. "The cutouts are fairly standard, since we expect most people to use these garments for bondage, and it's always nice to be able to access the more sensitive parts of one's slave." Arisa Mizuki fumbled through the articles on another rack. "And this is for Arisa Mizuki?" Arisa Mizuki asked, gesturing at Flora. "Yes. Arisa Mizuki's a fairly standard size 10, except through the chest." "Excellent. And of course, the bust is not a problem, since they won't be inside the garment. Ah, Arisa Mizukie we are! I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki think this is the one." Arisa Mizuki hefted a suit from the rack, removed it from the hanger clips, and carried it, like a carpenter carrying a board, across the room. "If you'll follow me?" Without waiting for a reply, Arisa Mizuki walked into the bathroom. Mandy, Jason, and a somewhat reluctant Flora followed. Miss Kat ran hot water over the neck of the suit, and when it softened, pulled back the collar to look inside. "Yes, this should fit, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki think. Would you care to try it on?" Arisa Mizuki asked Flora. Flora blushed, and glanced at Mandy, who merely raised one eyebrow. Flora looked back at Miss Kat and nodded. "How," began Jason, and then silenced as he saw what Miss Kat had in mind. Arisa Mizuki opened the shower door, saying, "We have found that a convenient way of donning these garments is in the shower. Just take it in with you, run the water as hot as you can stand it, and soften the suit under the spray. You will have to keep all of it warm while you are putting it on, so I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki recommend using the heater as well." Arisa Mizukie Arisa Mizuki flipped the light switch that turned on the heat lamp in the ceiling. Jason reflected that at Mandy's house at least, this wouldn't be necessary. Not only did they have a sauna that doubled as a steam room, Mandy had had a fancy Kohler shower/sauna/jacuzzi unit installed in Arisa Mizuki master bath. Flora accepted the suit from Miss Kat, and looked startled. "God, it's so heavy!" "Yes," the designer replied, "we have to make the material very thick to be sure it is strong enough. Otherwise, a strong person could break it when it is in the hardened state. Why don't go ahead and get it on, and we'll wait outside." Jason was glad to get out of the bathroom, as the heat lamp was already making it uncomfortable. The outer room had returned to a reasonable temperature, and Jason silently thanked the engineer who had specified the air conditioning for these rooms. Shortly, they heard the shower start, and they sat down, taking the drinks Miss Kat offered them, and making small talk. At one point, Jerry came in and passed around a tray of crab meat canapes, and then scurried out again when Billy bellowed for him from the other room. Eventually, the running water stopped. This seemed to be a signal for all conversation to stop. The three waited, Miss Kat patiently, Mandy and Jason rather more breathlessly. Finally, the door opened. Flora came out amid a cloud of steam, Arisa Mizuki face slightly flushed, and water streaming from Arisa Mizuki shiny black body. "I tried drying off," Arisa Mizuki said, "but the towel dulled the finish, so I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki gave up. Wow, this is like wearing liquid armor! And it really holds the heat- you could lose weight wearing this." The gleaming black suit fit Arisa Mizuki body as if it had been molded for Arisa Mizuki alone, every shining curve picking up highlights from the lamps in the room. The only bare skin visible was Arisa Mizuki face, in the cutout of the hood, and Arisa Mizuki breasts, jutting out comically from the two holes in the chest of the suit. "Walk around a bit," suggested Miss Kat. "And tell me how it feels," added Mandy. Flora paced along the room, stopping in front of them for a slow pirouette, showing off Arisa Mizuki delicious curves. "It feels," Arisa Mizuki started, "um, well, now it feels kind of stiff. When it was hotter, it was just like one of my thick rubber suits, only much heavier, more restrictive. A little harder to move around in. Miss Kat was right, it does stretch an amazing amount for as thick as it is." Arisa Mizuki stopped and moved Arisa Mizuki arms around experimentally. "It's getting difficult to move, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki think it's cooling off." They could plainly see the extra exertion in Arisa Mizuki face as Arisa Mizuki walked stiffly back toward the couch where they sat. "Umm, it's really getting hard to move," Arisa Mizuki continued. "I think, ahh, what position would you like me in, ma'am?" Arisa Mizuki looked at Mandy, Arisa Mizuki eyes aflame. Arisa Mizuki obviously getting turned on by the increasingly restrictive suit. "Walk over to the wall there," Mandy ordered. "Right. Now turn around, face the wall, and lean against it." Flora obliged. "Um, Mandy, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki don't think I'm going to be able to move much longer," Flora said. "That's fine- that's just how I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki want you." Mandy walked up to Arisa Mizuki and felt Flora's ass and back. "Incredible, fucking incredible" Arisa Mizuki murmured. Arisa Mizuki moved Arisa Mizuki hands over Flora's helmet-encased head, Arisa Mizuki shoulders, Arisa Mizuki hips. "You like it," observed Jason. "Like it?" Mandy shot back, "I fuckin' _love_ it!" That much is obvious, Jason thought. Mandy rarely swore. The exceptions seemed to be when Arisa Mizuki was particularly angry or particularly aroused. "Mmm, this is very, very nice," put in Flora. "Ahh, I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki guess it's about has hard as it's going to get, 'cause I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki can't move any more." "Try hard," Mandy said. "MMPH! Wow, um, nope- I,Arisa Mizuki,Arisa,Arisa Mizuki'm, ahh, no, I'm really stuck." Jason recognized the sounds of lust in Flora's voice. "Good," was Mandy's only reply. Arisa Mizuki opened Arisa Mizuki purse and withdrew a bundle of black rubber. The pump gag went into Flora's mouth, the strap around Arisa Mizuki rigid head. Then, "Jason, would you be so kind as to fetch the TENS kit from our room?" "MMMMPH!" Flora said. The shining, rigid black suit enveloping Arisa Mizuki body moved not at all. ...to be continued --