Pain and happiness, beauty and ugliness, there is no clear boundary between them. Golden Wind
I held the door bolt of the bathroom box with my backhand, looked down at Sister Wenzi's eyes with a little panic, a little excitement, a little shy, a little expectant look, and unconsciously turned to the right.
Sister, I don’t know if there will be a girl coming in, don’t make a sound
After saying that, I bent down, grabbed Wenzi's unique ankle, and slowly peeled off the colored high heels from her feet.
Well...Master...
Wenzi didn't know what I was going to do, and asked shyly
She seems to be increasingly integrated into her role as an intern slave. She doesn't think about calling me or the master. I really don't know what the consequences will be if she shouts this way in the office one day!
I still buried my head and took off her other high heels, and replied softly: Slaves should do their job as slaves... Don’t ask if you shouldn’t!
Um...
After I finished speaking, Wenzi Guazi's face became even more violent because after I put a pair of high heels on one side, I lifted her big hands and put her soft calves on my shoulders, and then began to toss her uniform skirt.
Although Sister Wenzi has a smaller breast, the outlines of her legs and hips are quite tight, which may be related to her early experience in running the electrical appliance business.
I put her legs high on my shoulders. Her delicate and round buttocks, like peach-like rusty people, twisted back and forth in the swing of the suit, and her head was lowered, as if she was about to be buried in the collar of her shirt: Lord... Master...
Actually, I just wanted to peel off her panties. Because the hem of the uniform was too narrow and my legs couldn't be opened, I had to push the skirt up to my waist.
Because my sister lost her center of gravity, she had to support her hands on the outer edge of the toilet, while her buttocks were still moving, and she murmured in her mouth: Oh... the two knots are starting to cause trouble again... It's so itchy...
Finally, I finally finally took the stockings off Wenzi's smooth skin bit by bit. At the same time, two fatal knots that made my heart beat faster appeared in my eyes in my private parts.
My sister's butt is that classic peach butt, so the hidden part of my visual gland pinch is like a beautiful peach kernel with a cross-section of peaches.
Due to excessive friction, the sister's hidden nucleus had been completely squeezed aside by the rope. In a delicate and shallow black mane, a little bright and tender pink meat was protruding her head restlessly.
Judging from the degree of its congestion... it shouldn't be easy for my sister to meet her all morning!
I bent down and a female scent came to my nose. It seemed that Sister Wenzi was determined to try this unknown field. What I said yesterday was not contrary to anything. Not only were the two knots still tightly clamped in her shameful gap, but some dim stains could still be seen on her pants.
It's so dirty, don't smell it...Ah...Woo!
Sister Wenzi Ah halfway through, Ah's scream suddenly turned into a long tone, because I had already scattered the crotch of her stockings full of temptation and stuffed it into my sister's mouth!
Woo...
My sister opened her eyes wide and looked at me. The feeling of BOSS being stuck in the bathroom of her agency was stuffed with stockings peeled from her legs. I guess normal people would be a little unbearable!
However, that's what I mean. I'm going to do a little ruthless today to let Sister Wenzi know how terrible it is to be someone else's little slave, and to dispel her idea as soon as possible!
Sister, I'm afraid you can't stand it and shout it out, so...hehe, anyway, you're a slave, you have to be obedient! I still smiled wickedly,
Okay, my sister must be very uncomfortable now! Get it done with me quickly! My sister was stuffed with her mouth and could only make a whimpering sound. Her face turned red with her eyebrows tightly frowning, as if she was struggling strongly in her heart
I wanted to give up her idea of trying further, stared at her with wide eyes, and said viciously in a calm voice: Hurry up, you little slut, play for me!
Wenzi trembled all over when I screamed, and the two calves I lifted on my shoulders were suddenly clamped, and then he stretched back and actually... just hung on my neck like this.
In this way, her sister's hands were released, and then she slowly, slowly, at a rhythm of movement, unbuttoned the buttons of her chest suit and shirt...
At this time, I really wanted to slap my head hard, but my hands were holding Wenzi's thighs with both hands
I originally wanted to use the words that made her retreat, but it seemed to have a stimulating effect in the opposite direction, which actually made my sister excited after hearing this...
My sister gently pulled open the shirt on her chest, revealing the exciting black rope.
After a day, the black rope had been tied into Wenzi's skin, and the beautiful purple-red traces were carved on it. It was paired with her dark suit, lace-lace white shirt, flesh-colored stockings biting in her little mouth, and an extremely gorgeous and charming picture was revealed in front of my eyes.
Pain and happiness, beauty and ugliness, there is no clear boundary between them
As a rope master, a rope master who has fully experienced the colorful colors of fusanthemum flowers and snake cultures, at this moment, this bathroom with an extremely lewd atmosphere is like a stupa in the eyes of a novice monk, making my blood boil.
I seem to forget that Sister Wenzi is a very courageous person. As long as the decisions she makes are rarely won't be fulfilled. In fact, I have never tried such a shameful thing in thirty years!
Her hands had already stroked her chest, raised her fingertips and twisted them towards the two full and perky glittering breasts.
The whimpering sounds in my mouth gradually turned into a gentle cry after rubbing them, and the originally dry marks on the pants were wet again...
If someone walks outside the female bathroom at this time, he will definitely feel strange, because he will hear the sound of heavy objects knocking inside, which is the sound of Sister Wenzi thrusting her hips more and more violently hitting the lid!
Due to the tight knots, the more Sister Wenzi twisted, the more the stimulation the knot on her lower body that was in close contact with her clitoris and anus was stronger. However, now she was stroking her two meat dates and her eyes were already hot, and her seductive buttocks were already swinging her tempting buttocks were already subconsciously swinging.
Just when I was about to be squeezed by her, Sister Wenzi's throat dragged a long moan like a spring breeze passing through, and her thighs were also slammed next to my cheeks...
Immediately, my whole body collapsed on the lid as if it had lost its soul
The orgasm is even stronger than the last time... It's not because of the greater psychological stimulation... If this continues, Sister Wenzi will really become a slave... I was thinking in my heart, and I freed up my hand to pull out the stockings stuffed in my sister's mouth. After Wenzi was freed, she immediately gasped for breath
Sister, do you feel so good?
I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that Wenzi can tell me in person that I will forget it next, let's not play anymore
But my pity hope was broken in two seconds...
Wenzi heard my question, put his hand on his chest, took a long deep breath, and said to me in a soft voice: It’s so good!
Looking at Sister Wenzi's so cute, satisfied, and relieved look, I seemed to have been filled with a glass of bitter water.
Pleasantness is indeed an excellent way to relieve the pressure and bitterness in my heart. But when I leaned over Wenzi's two fair thighs, I looked at the agent sister who was still muttering on the lid, and I felt a little awkward. Maybe I didn't adapt to the change of her identity at once.
I really want to say that if my sister works so hard, it is better not to do it and let other companies acquire it. Anyway, with me, we will not be short of money in this life, but I know that some things cannot be explained by common sense and cannot be persuaded.
For example, a person's career aspiration, a person's ideals, and love
The poet Du Fu was poor and destitute during his lifetime, but his poems were remembered forever; although the martial saint Yue Fei was framed by a treacherous minister, his incense was forever
Their names will be passed down to the end of the world
It may just be because they are all unswerving people
Sister Wenzi was still not discouraged after losing money in the electrical appliance business in her early years. She also endured pressure from her family and society and became an agent of the actress. It can be seen that her courage is definitely not something I can persuade her in just one word.
OK, then let me help you in this way, that's fine
I have a little habit, that is, the nails on the right hand are very long and pointed. Since the nails on the thumb are much thicker than those on other fingers, my nails can often have unexpected effects on my nails.
At this time, I squatted down and straightened Sister Wenzi on the lid, and reached into the bottom of her still wet and hot jade door, finding the ecstasy knot in the chrysanthemum.
If tortoise shell binding is like a formation, then this knot is the array eye of the formation
When ordinary rope masters use ropes, they will have more or less extra pieces. Most of them will not cut off the extra ropes and wrap them around the model's thighs and tie them together. This is not my style.
Because of my special technique, the knot at the end of this rope dress is unbiased and clamped on the sweet chrysanthemum
I used my right thumb to thrust, which made Sister Wenzi make a few throbbing tremolo. Then, the rope that tightly strangled into her skin suddenly loosened down.
There were already beautiful patterns on my snow-white chest and lower abdomen. I peeled the rope out of the depression of the pattern bit by bit. Sister Wenzi, who had been bound all night, finally got free from the rope clothes.
Wenzi was still exposed, with a boundless color; her eyes when she looked at me were filled with a strange color composed of excitement and satisfaction: Jin Jun, Lord Master, I feel so comfortable... The pressure seemed to disappear all of a sudden!
I thought to myself that this is inevitable, otherwise why is this trend so popular in the upper class?
But he said softly: Sister, it’s not good for us to come out for too long, how about we’re back now?
Obey the order, master!
……
I shook my head and sighed inwardly. It seemed that I would have another extra identity in the future!
But I could only pick up Wenzi and sit on the toilet lid, help her put on the stockings soaked in her saliva, and help her to the mirror to combed her image slightly, but I sneaked and escaped from the female bathroom first
After leaving the bathroom door, I asked at this moment in the corridor that there was no one coming and going. I couldn't help but secretly glad that no one suddenly appeared just now. There were three urgent situations, which disturbed us.
But after I finished doing the good deeds, I suddenly thought of something serious that I didn't do. At this time, Wenzi finished the mess of clothes and walked out of the washing hands. I walked up and scratched my head and asked: By the way, sister, I'm going to ask for leave in the second half of the month. I have something to do when I go back to the mainland. I'll leave on the 13th. OK
What Ah, this is not OK
When Sister Wenzi heard this, her eyebrows lowered: What should I do if you have a large-scale performance of No. 17? Do you want to bet on the reputation of our company, master?
I had long expected that Sister Wenzi's such a clear-cut person would never change her career decision because of some of the things we did just now. Then she took out the rhetoric that had been prepared for a long time and said: What's wrong with it? You can transfer this performance to the agency Ah where the Big Three is located, and they will definitely take over it.
How can you let them take it away if you don't work! You are just at the moment when the limelight is just around the corner, so you must not miss this opportunity
Wenzi crossed his arms and was on his chest, looking angry and anxious. Anyway, he wanted me to change the show, but there was no door! Why can't you leave a few days late?
I left for a few days late and couldn't catch up with the class reunion... I thought to myself, and it seemed that this method would not work, so I had to flatten my mouth and say:
Well, I'll think of another way, let's go back first.
If Wenzi becomes an actor, it will be absolutely amazing. He will not even ask when he is cooled down. It is very smooth. At this time, his angry look turned into a smile of mèimèi.
I was speechless, thinking about how to solve this performance, and returned to the office with Wenzi one after another.
Seeing that I was back, Masako bit her thick sexy lower lip and pretended to have not seen me innocently, but her eyes were shaking around me.
This made me so angry that I walked up to squat in front of her office chair and asked with a smile: Masako, if I had the opportunity to go to China this month, would you follow me? After hearing this, Jimako almost bounced off the chair: Really Ah? That's great, I've wanted to travel to China with you! Where should I go? Beijing or Xi'an?...
Speaking of this, she became cold as if she had been poured into a basin of water and muttered: No, I lied to my parents and said that I was working as a secretary in Toei's advertising company, how could I suddenly go on a business trip to China...
I felt a little uncomfortable when I heard this, and said lazily: What a business trip, you told your dad that you applied for an annual leave. This time I was going to China for vacation, and it would be fine.
But……
Masako is still stammering there. When I am on vacation, they will not feel at ease with me...
You just say Ah with your boyfriend, don’t they know you have a boyfriend?
At this time, I gradually couldn't control my emotions and gradually stood up from the ground.
No matter who it is, I think I will feel unhappy if I have been wandering in an ambiguous underground relationship with a woman I have felt for two years.
But why are you going to China for a vacation...
Tsk
Hearing this, I could no longer bear it. After yesterday, I became angry with Masako: What's wrong with going to China? If you want to go, go, and if you don't want to go, go back and tell your parents that your boyfriend is Chinese.
After wandering outside for a long time, whenever I am lonely and confused, I always have a thought in my heart that is gradually amplified, as if my hometown is silently watching me from afar, as if my dignity will be closely tied to her dignity and cannot be removed.
Masako, who grew up in Tokyo with her parents and was spoiled by me until she graduated from her master's degree, would never be able to understand this kind of thought.
I know that the employees in the Outdoor Office Subsidiary heard me suddenly shouting after yesterday, and they also had some sensitive words in their words, so I wanted to go to the door of my office to find out.
Of course I don't feel the mood to pay attention to these ordinary people who are numb at work and like to spy on other people's privacy
It seems that too many things have happened in the past two days. Masako, who has always been spoiled by me, was treated violently one after another. She lowered her eyebrows and bit her lips hard. Two lines of burning tears flowed from her slender willow eyes.
I've been afraid of two things most in my life, one is to spread rumors and slander, and the other is to cry a woman
Rumors and slander are heartbreaking, but women cry but make people feel overwhelmed. Seeing Masako being scolded by me, all the anger in her heart disappeared like a cold wind passing through. She turned around and grabbed the door of my office, and picked up Masako, who was taking off her glasses and wiping her tears from the office chair and hugged her in her arms.
Tears may be the most powerful weapon in women's hands
Kim...Yes, I'm sorry I shouldn't say that...
Two years ago, I finally carried this little girl into my arms, but no one expected that Masako was sobbing and wanted to apologize to me. I quickly closed her mouth: Masako, forget it, I just want to go back to China by myself. I don’t want to be with you.
Masako wiped her cheekbones, and the hot tears made the makeup under her eyelids open, and it stuck to her face, which made a strong contrast with her slightly pale complexion. I looked a little dazed and couldn't help but lower my head and kissed her tears.
Ah, don't!
Masako seems to be really afraid that I will touch her. What is the reason?
︶, as soon as I ate her tears, her whole face suddenly became hot, she pushed me away in my arms, and her arms politely rejected my chest and said: Jin, forgive me, okay, I will go to China with you, I will go back and tell my parents!
Be good...
The rope master may not do anything else, but he must have considerable concentration. The special training someone has given me has allowed me to separate my spirit and flesh long ago and suppress the most primitive desires in my heart.
I hugged Masako at this moment, and she seemed to feel that I had no thoughts on that aspect, and I couldn't help but gradually fell into my arms.
Jin, I want to follow you, I want to go wherever you go, but:-...this doesn't mean I love you, do you know?
Masako whispered in my arms, but out of our tacit understanding over the past two years, I could see that she was obviously insincere when she said this.
What invisible barriers are blocking our relationship?
Let him go, at least I can hold her like this now, and I already feel that God treats me very much
This time always passes very quickly, and it is already noon in a blink of an eye
After eating some quick food at the company, I reported to Sister Wenzi, told Masako to ask her to go home for dinner, and also communicated with my parents about going to China with me. I walked into the elevator of the building alone
Because I have to meet someone in the afternoon, maybe he is the only one who can help me solve the tricky performance activity on No. 17
On the bustling streets, some non-mainstream young people dressed in alternative clothes can occasionally be seen, and they are experiencing the world in their own way.
Some people say they are all brainless, but I think that at least the real brainless people are much better than the fake and serious people.
After a while, I drove to Roppongi District
This is one of the most lively places in Tokyo, known as Roppongi New Town, with towering forest buildings and Asahi TV Tower being the symbols here.
There is a Roppongi Park opposite the Roppongi Building. Here you can see many temporary tents. The tents are homeless. Most of them are forced to lose their jobs due to layoffs caused by the economic depression. After that, they live here without doing anything. When they are in a mood, they go to work as temporary workers to get some money for alcohol. If they are not in a mood, they go to the hotel in Roppongi to get some leftovers to spend their days.
Every time I pass by, they will watch me away with a numb look with a hint of helplessness.
Maybe it was the way I was sitting in the car that reminded them of their past life.
After passing by the park again today, I turned into an old street
There are not many old residential areas like Tokyo now, and around this Roppongi New Town, where every inch of land is valuable, such old duplex villa areas are simply inappropriate.
It's like a coachman pulling a rickshaw appears in Shanghai today
I parked my car in front of a villa full of gardening bonsai, closed the car door and walked towards the yard.
The door of the yard is open, and even the door of the villa is not closed. Through the open door, I could vaguely see a hunched back sitting on the tatami near the balcony and patio.
He was holding gardening cuts and trimming a short pine in front of him
This old man is undoubtedly like a candle in the wind, and may be drowned in the trend of Shiwen at any time. His back is so deserted, his hair is so silvery, so white that it cannot even see the traces of black hair.
But it was such a person, his right hand holding the gardening cut was surprisingly stable, and even made people feel that the air at his hand would solidify when he cut the knife.
I took off my leather shoes and walked into the villa
All the arrangements in the house are completely typical of the 1970s when Fusang was soaring. Even the TV set under the calligraphy works is small, and the screen is less than twenty inches long.
Has this old man been living in memories of the past?
At this time, the old man heard the unique sound of stepping on the tatami and turned his head towards the door.
Although his face was full of vicissitudes, his nose was still upright, and his eyes under his white eyebrows were still as quiet as water
Oh, it turns out it's Jinfeng. I said that in this day, who else would come to me besides you? Haha!
Hearing the old man talking, I stood up straight with a little nervousness and hope, and bowed to him in a standard fuso style of 90 degrees.
Master, you are safe!
That's right, this old man who seems to have seen through the world is the master of the Fusang rope bondage world thirty years ago. To this day, no one can match his master. My mysterious master, wisely spreading the ghost.
Fusang in the 1970s and 1980s was the golden age of rope masters
At this time, all kinds of jaw-dropping adult fairy tales are filled with the streets and alleys of Fusang, meeting the increasingly perverted psychological needs behind people's heavy and numb lives every day. The rope master has also fallen to the semi-artist profession that needs to find an agent and participate in some hidden club activities to earn reputation.
But in my master's time, this was not the case at all
At that time, they were symbols of national quintessence and pure artists
Let’s not talk about the performances that are one big day and one small day. As long as the master takes a photo of an art photo, it’s not that it’s revealed. The money earned can be almost for one person to eat for twenty years.
Without financial concerns, they are devoted to studying the world of ropes. Therefore, at that time, famous binding methods created by rope masters were endless. The subtleties of them were not something that our generation of film merchants and audiences in the new millennium could imagine.
This is also the requirement made by the Yamaguchi Group Leader Mr. Shinoda
He should be a veteran. He knows that once a profession falls to the point where he has to make a living by relying on his skills, it will be even more difficult to make any innovations and breakthroughs.
He asked me for tea in November, but I can't refuse his agreement to do so, whether it is reasonable or not, I can't help but refuse his promise.
But, all these are gone
No one knows the master, I know that the master half-closes the gate of the courtyard, and the bonsai is piled up in the courtyard, and even the door of the room is open. It is nothing more than opening the door to invite thieves. He just wants his neighbors to think that he is a childless man who likes gardening in his twilight years.
In this way, they will never discover the secrets in this old duplex villa
The master slowly turned towards me, crossed his knees and looked at me with a smile, so I sat down directly opposite him
The trousers were a little tight, and I was about to sit cross-legged, but the master waved his hand and smiled and said: OK OK, you have already started your master, just be casual, don't be so polite
How I know my master? It's a long way to say it. It's not something that can be said clearly by 1, 20,000 words.
It is probably because some people with similar temperaments will feel different from the general public's mutual attraction, which is the fate that people often talk about.
From the fact that he dares to accept a Chinese, and I dare to debut in Fusang without taking the stage name at all, we can see that my master and I probably belong to the type that likes to take odd steps in the sword
To be honest, I am only 50% sure about the matter of asking for a master today. Before I could speak, I was already guilty and an embarrassing look appeared on my face.
Jinfeng, what's the matter like, I, the old man, can help you, even though I've agreed
The master's quiet eyes seemed to be able to see through my thoughts
Then I was naturally not polite to the master, coughed gently, and explained to the master: That's right, Master, I took on a performance event in Yokohama on the 17th of this month. The event was held in hand with Tzu Chi, which is very important to my company. But the day before yesterday, my classmates in China suddenly informed me that I would hold a class reunion. I haven't seen them for many years and miss them very much, so this rope art performance...
After hearing this, the master wanted to go back to China. For some reason, Gu Jingbubo's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face. Jin Feng, what you meant was to ask me to push this charity performance for you, right?
I held the door bolt of the bathroom box with my backhand, looked down at Sister Wenzi's eyes with a little panic, a little excitement, a little shy, a little expectant look, and unconsciously turned to the right.
Sister, I don’t know if there will be a girl coming in, don’t make a sound
After saying that, I bent down, grabbed Wenzi's unique ankle, and slowly peeled off the colored high heels from her feet.
Well...Master...
Wenzi didn't know what I was going to do, and asked shyly
She seems to be increasingly integrated into her role as an intern slave. She doesn't think about calling me or the master. I really don't know what the consequences will be if she shouts this way in the office one day!
I still buried my head and took off her other high heels, and replied softly: Slaves should do their job as slaves... Don’t ask if you shouldn’t!
Um...
After I finished speaking, Wenzi Guazi's face became even more violent because after I put a pair of high heels on one side, I lifted her big hands and put her soft calves on my shoulders, and then began to toss her uniform skirt.
Although Sister Wenzi has a smaller breast, the outlines of her legs and hips are quite tight, which may be related to her early experience in running the electrical appliance business.
I put her legs high on my shoulders. Her delicate and round buttocks, like peach-like rusty people, twisted back and forth in the swing of the suit, and her head was lowered, as if she was about to be buried in the collar of her shirt: Lord... Master...
Actually, I just wanted to peel off her panties. Because the hem of the uniform was too narrow and my legs couldn't be opened, I had to push the skirt up to my waist.
Because my sister lost her center of gravity, she had to support her hands on the outer edge of the toilet, while her buttocks were still moving, and she murmured in her mouth: Oh... the two knots are starting to cause trouble again... It's so itchy...
Finally, I finally finally took the stockings off Wenzi's smooth skin bit by bit. At the same time, two fatal knots that made my heart beat faster appeared in my eyes in my private parts.
My sister's butt is that classic peach butt, so the hidden part of my visual gland pinch is like a beautiful peach kernel with a cross-section of peaches.
Due to excessive friction, the sister's hidden nucleus had been completely squeezed aside by the rope. In a delicate and shallow black mane, a little bright and tender pink meat was protruding her head restlessly.
Judging from the degree of its congestion... it shouldn't be easy for my sister to meet her all morning!
I bent down and a female scent came to my nose. It seemed that Sister Wenzi was determined to try this unknown field. What I said yesterday was not contrary to anything. Not only were the two knots still tightly clamped in her shameful gap, but some dim stains could still be seen on her pants.
It's so dirty, don't smell it...Ah...Woo!
Sister Wenzi Ah halfway through, Ah's scream suddenly turned into a long tone, because I had already scattered the crotch of her stockings full of temptation and stuffed it into my sister's mouth!
Woo...
My sister opened her eyes wide and looked at me. The feeling of BOSS being stuck in the bathroom of her agency was stuffed with stockings peeled from her legs. I guess normal people would be a little unbearable!
However, that's what I mean. I'm going to do a little ruthless today to let Sister Wenzi know how terrible it is to be someone else's little slave, and to dispel her idea as soon as possible!
Sister, I'm afraid you can't stand it and shout it out, so...hehe, anyway, you're a slave, you have to be obedient! I still smiled wickedly,
Okay, my sister must be very uncomfortable now! Get it done with me quickly! My sister was stuffed with her mouth and could only make a whimpering sound. Her face turned red with her eyebrows tightly frowning, as if she was struggling strongly in her heart
I wanted to give up her idea of trying further, stared at her with wide eyes, and said viciously in a calm voice: Hurry up, you little slut, play for me!
Wenzi trembled all over when I screamed, and the two calves I lifted on my shoulders were suddenly clamped, and then he stretched back and actually... just hung on my neck like this.
In this way, her sister's hands were released, and then she slowly, slowly, at a rhythm of movement, unbuttoned the buttons of her chest suit and shirt...
At this time, I really wanted to slap my head hard, but my hands were holding Wenzi's thighs with both hands
I originally wanted to use the words that made her retreat, but it seemed to have a stimulating effect in the opposite direction, which actually made my sister excited after hearing this...
My sister gently pulled open the shirt on her chest, revealing the exciting black rope.
After a day, the black rope had been tied into Wenzi's skin, and the beautiful purple-red traces were carved on it. It was paired with her dark suit, lace-lace white shirt, flesh-colored stockings biting in her little mouth, and an extremely gorgeous and charming picture was revealed in front of my eyes.
Pain and happiness, beauty and ugliness, there is no clear boundary between them
As a rope master, a rope master who has fully experienced the colorful colors of fusanthemum flowers and snake cultures, at this moment, this bathroom with an extremely lewd atmosphere is like a stupa in the eyes of a novice monk, making my blood boil.
I seem to forget that Sister Wenzi is a very courageous person. As long as the decisions she makes are rarely won't be fulfilled. In fact, I have never tried such a shameful thing in thirty years!
Her hands had already stroked her chest, raised her fingertips and twisted them towards the two full and perky glittering breasts.
The whimpering sounds in my mouth gradually turned into a gentle cry after rubbing them, and the originally dry marks on the pants were wet again...
If someone walks outside the female bathroom at this time, he will definitely feel strange, because he will hear the sound of heavy objects knocking inside, which is the sound of Sister Wenzi thrusting her hips more and more violently hitting the lid!
Due to the tight knots, the more Sister Wenzi twisted, the more the stimulation the knot on her lower body that was in close contact with her clitoris and anus was stronger. However, now she was stroking her two meat dates and her eyes were already hot, and her seductive buttocks were already swinging her tempting buttocks were already subconsciously swinging.
Just when I was about to be squeezed by her, Sister Wenzi's throat dragged a long moan like a spring breeze passing through, and her thighs were also slammed next to my cheeks...
Immediately, my whole body collapsed on the lid as if it had lost its soul
The orgasm is even stronger than the last time... It's not because of the greater psychological stimulation... If this continues, Sister Wenzi will really become a slave... I was thinking in my heart, and I freed up my hand to pull out the stockings stuffed in my sister's mouth. After Wenzi was freed, she immediately gasped for breath
Sister, do you feel so good?
I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that Wenzi can tell me in person that I will forget it next, let's not play anymore
But my pity hope was broken in two seconds...
Wenzi heard my question, put his hand on his chest, took a long deep breath, and said to me in a soft voice: It’s so good!
Looking at Sister Wenzi's so cute, satisfied, and relieved look, I seemed to have been filled with a glass of bitter water.
Pleasantness is indeed an excellent way to relieve the pressure and bitterness in my heart. But when I leaned over Wenzi's two fair thighs, I looked at the agent sister who was still muttering on the lid, and I felt a little awkward. Maybe I didn't adapt to the change of her identity at once.
I really want to say that if my sister works so hard, it is better not to do it and let other companies acquire it. Anyway, with me, we will not be short of money in this life, but I know that some things cannot be explained by common sense and cannot be persuaded.
For example, a person's career aspiration, a person's ideals, and love
The poet Du Fu was poor and destitute during his lifetime, but his poems were remembered forever; although the martial saint Yue Fei was framed by a treacherous minister, his incense was forever
Their names will be passed down to the end of the world
It may just be because they are all unswerving people
Sister Wenzi was still not discouraged after losing money in the electrical appliance business in her early years. She also endured pressure from her family and society and became an agent of the actress. It can be seen that her courage is definitely not something I can persuade her in just one word.
OK, then let me help you in this way, that's fine
I have a little habit, that is, the nails on the right hand are very long and pointed. Since the nails on the thumb are much thicker than those on other fingers, my nails can often have unexpected effects on my nails.
At this time, I squatted down and straightened Sister Wenzi on the lid, and reached into the bottom of her still wet and hot jade door, finding the ecstasy knot in the chrysanthemum.
If tortoise shell binding is like a formation, then this knot is the array eye of the formation
When ordinary rope masters use ropes, they will have more or less extra pieces. Most of them will not cut off the extra ropes and wrap them around the model's thighs and tie them together. This is not my style.
Because of my special technique, the knot at the end of this rope dress is unbiased and clamped on the sweet chrysanthemum
I used my right thumb to thrust, which made Sister Wenzi make a few throbbing tremolo. Then, the rope that tightly strangled into her skin suddenly loosened down.
There were already beautiful patterns on my snow-white chest and lower abdomen. I peeled the rope out of the depression of the pattern bit by bit. Sister Wenzi, who had been bound all night, finally got free from the rope clothes.
Wenzi was still exposed, with a boundless color; her eyes when she looked at me were filled with a strange color composed of excitement and satisfaction: Jin Jun, Lord Master, I feel so comfortable... The pressure seemed to disappear all of a sudden!
I thought to myself that this is inevitable, otherwise why is this trend so popular in the upper class?
But he said softly: Sister, it’s not good for us to come out for too long, how about we’re back now?
Obey the order, master!
……
I shook my head and sighed inwardly. It seemed that I would have another extra identity in the future!
But I could only pick up Wenzi and sit on the toilet lid, help her put on the stockings soaked in her saliva, and help her to the mirror to combed her image slightly, but I sneaked and escaped from the female bathroom first
After leaving the bathroom door, I asked at this moment in the corridor that there was no one coming and going. I couldn't help but secretly glad that no one suddenly appeared just now. There were three urgent situations, which disturbed us.
But after I finished doing the good deeds, I suddenly thought of something serious that I didn't do. At this time, Wenzi finished the mess of clothes and walked out of the washing hands. I walked up and scratched my head and asked: By the way, sister, I'm going to ask for leave in the second half of the month. I have something to do when I go back to the mainland. I'll leave on the 13th. OK
What Ah, this is not OK
When Sister Wenzi heard this, her eyebrows lowered: What should I do if you have a large-scale performance of No. 17? Do you want to bet on the reputation of our company, master?
I had long expected that Sister Wenzi's such a clear-cut person would never change her career decision because of some of the things we did just now. Then she took out the rhetoric that had been prepared for a long time and said: What's wrong with it? You can transfer this performance to the agency Ah where the Big Three is located, and they will definitely take over it.
How can you let them take it away if you don't work! You are just at the moment when the limelight is just around the corner, so you must not miss this opportunity
Wenzi crossed his arms and was on his chest, looking angry and anxious. Anyway, he wanted me to change the show, but there was no door! Why can't you leave a few days late?
I left for a few days late and couldn't catch up with the class reunion... I thought to myself, and it seemed that this method would not work, so I had to flatten my mouth and say:
Well, I'll think of another way, let's go back first.
If Wenzi becomes an actor, it will be absolutely amazing. He will not even ask when he is cooled down. It is very smooth. At this time, his angry look turned into a smile of mèimèi.
I was speechless, thinking about how to solve this performance, and returned to the office with Wenzi one after another.
Seeing that I was back, Masako bit her thick sexy lower lip and pretended to have not seen me innocently, but her eyes were shaking around me.
This made me so angry that I walked up to squat in front of her office chair and asked with a smile: Masako, if I had the opportunity to go to China this month, would you follow me? After hearing this, Jimako almost bounced off the chair: Really Ah? That's great, I've wanted to travel to China with you! Where should I go? Beijing or Xi'an?...
Speaking of this, she became cold as if she had been poured into a basin of water and muttered: No, I lied to my parents and said that I was working as a secretary in Toei's advertising company, how could I suddenly go on a business trip to China...
I felt a little uncomfortable when I heard this, and said lazily: What a business trip, you told your dad that you applied for an annual leave. This time I was going to China for vacation, and it would be fine.
But……
Masako is still stammering there. When I am on vacation, they will not feel at ease with me...
You just say Ah with your boyfriend, don’t they know you have a boyfriend?
At this time, I gradually couldn't control my emotions and gradually stood up from the ground.
No matter who it is, I think I will feel unhappy if I have been wandering in an ambiguous underground relationship with a woman I have felt for two years.
But why are you going to China for a vacation...
Tsk
Hearing this, I could no longer bear it. After yesterday, I became angry with Masako: What's wrong with going to China? If you want to go, go, and if you don't want to go, go back and tell your parents that your boyfriend is Chinese.
After wandering outside for a long time, whenever I am lonely and confused, I always have a thought in my heart that is gradually amplified, as if my hometown is silently watching me from afar, as if my dignity will be closely tied to her dignity and cannot be removed.
Masako, who grew up in Tokyo with her parents and was spoiled by me until she graduated from her master's degree, would never be able to understand this kind of thought.
I know that the employees in the Outdoor Office Subsidiary heard me suddenly shouting after yesterday, and they also had some sensitive words in their words, so I wanted to go to the door of my office to find out.
Of course I don't feel the mood to pay attention to these ordinary people who are numb at work and like to spy on other people's privacy
It seems that too many things have happened in the past two days. Masako, who has always been spoiled by me, was treated violently one after another. She lowered her eyebrows and bit her lips hard. Two lines of burning tears flowed from her slender willow eyes.
I've been afraid of two things most in my life, one is to spread rumors and slander, and the other is to cry a woman
Rumors and slander are heartbreaking, but women cry but make people feel overwhelmed. Seeing Masako being scolded by me, all the anger in her heart disappeared like a cold wind passing through. She turned around and grabbed the door of my office, and picked up Masako, who was taking off her glasses and wiping her tears from the office chair and hugged her in her arms.
Tears may be the most powerful weapon in women's hands
Kim...Yes, I'm sorry I shouldn't say that...
Two years ago, I finally carried this little girl into my arms, but no one expected that Masako was sobbing and wanted to apologize to me. I quickly closed her mouth: Masako, forget it, I just want to go back to China by myself. I don’t want to be with you.
Masako wiped her cheekbones, and the hot tears made the makeup under her eyelids open, and it stuck to her face, which made a strong contrast with her slightly pale complexion. I looked a little dazed and couldn't help but lower my head and kissed her tears.
Ah, don't!
Masako seems to be really afraid that I will touch her. What is the reason?
︶, as soon as I ate her tears, her whole face suddenly became hot, she pushed me away in my arms, and her arms politely rejected my chest and said: Jin, forgive me, okay, I will go to China with you, I will go back and tell my parents!
Be good...
The rope master may not do anything else, but he must have considerable concentration. The special training someone has given me has allowed me to separate my spirit and flesh long ago and suppress the most primitive desires in my heart.
I hugged Masako at this moment, and she seemed to feel that I had no thoughts on that aspect, and I couldn't help but gradually fell into my arms.
Jin, I want to follow you, I want to go wherever you go, but:-...this doesn't mean I love you, do you know?
Masako whispered in my arms, but out of our tacit understanding over the past two years, I could see that she was obviously insincere when she said this.
What invisible barriers are blocking our relationship?
Let him go, at least I can hold her like this now, and I already feel that God treats me very much
This time always passes very quickly, and it is already noon in a blink of an eye
After eating some quick food at the company, I reported to Sister Wenzi, told Masako to ask her to go home for dinner, and also communicated with my parents about going to China with me. I walked into the elevator of the building alone
Because I have to meet someone in the afternoon, maybe he is the only one who can help me solve the tricky performance activity on No. 17
On the bustling streets, some non-mainstream young people dressed in alternative clothes can occasionally be seen, and they are experiencing the world in their own way.
Some people say they are all brainless, but I think that at least the real brainless people are much better than the fake and serious people.
After a while, I drove to Roppongi District
This is one of the most lively places in Tokyo, known as Roppongi New Town, with towering forest buildings and Asahi TV Tower being the symbols here.
There is a Roppongi Park opposite the Roppongi Building. Here you can see many temporary tents. The tents are homeless. Most of them are forced to lose their jobs due to layoffs caused by the economic depression. After that, they live here without doing anything. When they are in a mood, they go to work as temporary workers to get some money for alcohol. If they are not in a mood, they go to the hotel in Roppongi to get some leftovers to spend their days.
Every time I pass by, they will watch me away with a numb look with a hint of helplessness.
Maybe it was the way I was sitting in the car that reminded them of their past life.
After passing by the park again today, I turned into an old street
There are not many old residential areas like Tokyo now, and around this Roppongi New Town, where every inch of land is valuable, such old duplex villa areas are simply inappropriate.
It's like a coachman pulling a rickshaw appears in Shanghai today
I parked my car in front of a villa full of gardening bonsai, closed the car door and walked towards the yard.
The door of the yard is open, and even the door of the villa is not closed. Through the open door, I could vaguely see a hunched back sitting on the tatami near the balcony and patio.
He was holding gardening cuts and trimming a short pine in front of him
This old man is undoubtedly like a candle in the wind, and may be drowned in the trend of Shiwen at any time. His back is so deserted, his hair is so silvery, so white that it cannot even see the traces of black hair.
But it was such a person, his right hand holding the gardening cut was surprisingly stable, and even made people feel that the air at his hand would solidify when he cut the knife.
I took off my leather shoes and walked into the villa
All the arrangements in the house are completely typical of the 1970s when Fusang was soaring. Even the TV set under the calligraphy works is small, and the screen is less than twenty inches long.
Has this old man been living in memories of the past?
At this time, the old man heard the unique sound of stepping on the tatami and turned his head towards the door.
Although his face was full of vicissitudes, his nose was still upright, and his eyes under his white eyebrows were still as quiet as water
Oh, it turns out it's Jinfeng. I said that in this day, who else would come to me besides you? Haha!
Hearing the old man talking, I stood up straight with a little nervousness and hope, and bowed to him in a standard fuso style of 90 degrees.
Master, you are safe!
That's right, this old man who seems to have seen through the world is the master of the Fusang rope bondage world thirty years ago. To this day, no one can match his master. My mysterious master, wisely spreading the ghost.
Fusang in the 1970s and 1980s was the golden age of rope masters
At this time, all kinds of jaw-dropping adult fairy tales are filled with the streets and alleys of Fusang, meeting the increasingly perverted psychological needs behind people's heavy and numb lives every day. The rope master has also fallen to the semi-artist profession that needs to find an agent and participate in some hidden club activities to earn reputation.
But in my master's time, this was not the case at all
At that time, they were symbols of national quintessence and pure artists
Let’s not talk about the performances that are one big day and one small day. As long as the master takes a photo of an art photo, it’s not that it’s revealed. The money earned can be almost for one person to eat for twenty years.
Without financial concerns, they are devoted to studying the world of ropes. Therefore, at that time, famous binding methods created by rope masters were endless. The subtleties of them were not something that our generation of film merchants and audiences in the new millennium could imagine.
This is also the requirement made by the Yamaguchi Group Leader Mr. Shinoda
He should be a veteran. He knows that once a profession falls to the point where he has to make a living by relying on his skills, it will be even more difficult to make any innovations and breakthroughs.
He asked me for tea in November, but I can't refuse his agreement to do so, whether it is reasonable or not, I can't help but refuse his promise.
But, all these are gone
No one knows the master, I know that the master half-closes the gate of the courtyard, and the bonsai is piled up in the courtyard, and even the door of the room is open. It is nothing more than opening the door to invite thieves. He just wants his neighbors to think that he is a childless man who likes gardening in his twilight years.
In this way, they will never discover the secrets in this old duplex villa
The master slowly turned towards me, crossed his knees and looked at me with a smile, so I sat down directly opposite him
The trousers were a little tight, and I was about to sit cross-legged, but the master waved his hand and smiled and said: OK OK, you have already started your master, just be casual, don't be so polite
How I know my master? It's a long way to say it. It's not something that can be said clearly by 1, 20,000 words.
It is probably because some people with similar temperaments will feel different from the general public's mutual attraction, which is the fate that people often talk about.
From the fact that he dares to accept a Chinese, and I dare to debut in Fusang without taking the stage name at all, we can see that my master and I probably belong to the type that likes to take odd steps in the sword
To be honest, I am only 50% sure about the matter of asking for a master today. Before I could speak, I was already guilty and an embarrassing look appeared on my face.
Jinfeng, what's the matter like, I, the old man, can help you, even though I've agreed
The master's quiet eyes seemed to be able to see through my thoughts
Then I was naturally not polite to the master, coughed gently, and explained to the master: That's right, Master, I took on a performance event in Yokohama on the 17th of this month. The event was held in hand with Tzu Chi, which is very important to my company. But the day before yesterday, my classmates in China suddenly informed me that I would hold a class reunion. I haven't seen them for many years and miss them very much, so this rope art performance...
After hearing this, the master wanted to go back to China. For some reason, Gu Jingbubo's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face. Jin Feng, what you meant was to ask me to push this charity performance for you, right?
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