Tomoko wasn't very political so only knew second hand about their persuasiveness of the feminist party, she didn't think even seeing it firsthand would prepare her for someone to reach into her soul and pluck out feelings she hid even from herself though. 'Don't you think women should have the freedom to choose whether they want Jap sons or white sons?' asked the woman 'I don't know' almost a whisper 'I think you do, I think you want nothing more but are afraid of a social consensus that doesn't exist, I think you're a little yellow slut who wants Nazi cock' the girl's eyes welled up. Jumped the gun, thought Junko as she rose to draw the upset girl into a hug which managed to put the schoolgirls face in her exposed cleavage, and allow the woman to grind her bare dripping slit against the girl's bare leg. The drone that was filming them had shifted modes now away from interview and was capturing all the action 'All I want to do is set you free' the woman said 'o-okay' said the deeply confused girl she was grinding on. A deep kiss was the reward for this reply and a moment of resistance gave way to pressing her body up against the feminist leader. Her own cunt juice were running down her legs now, joining the older woman's as the screen faded out. The crowd had worked themselves in to quite a frenzy by the end of the video, every one with walls clamped down hard on pale phalluses within them, wanting to filled to their deepest place by the Japanese Porn real thing. Like junkies their bodies were frenzied seeking what they craved but wasn't there. Crowd effects only added to this, each ones lust was multiplied japanese by seeing the lust all around them. Heads were by now empty except for all things white: babies, cum, milk and cock. Junko found herself when her cue to begin talking came with her with breasts exposed and trousers around her ankles, desperately humping her podium. She made a mental note in bold, ten foot high letters to actually remember to do the things she was talking about doing and not just fap over talking about them, this atmosphere was almost so much too handle. The combined heat of the crowd's sex was burning her face from the stage and the sweet smell of their sex was just as intense, the Prime Minister wasn't sure if she really was beginning to feel drunk with it or if that was her imagination. There was no more cheering, the crowd perhaps subconsciously figuring out that generating the physical force all could feel from their arousal and allowing only moans to escape was a stronger way to show approval. Junko fought through the pleasing fug and brain fog asian however to find her voice and deliver the finale of that video segment, which she hoped her audience could still remember 'That was one month ago, the girl I spoke to has since been masturbating helped by us to fully accept her sexual liberation and she's here tonight'. The screen switched to a shot of Tomoko in the crowd. She was still in her assigned seat but her eyes were unfocused with no awareness of this achievement. Her body was limp, drenched in sweat she was panting with tongue hanging out in her efforts to find enough oxygen in the thick air to maintain her state of excitement. She was so close in this moment to being the farm animal in heat that she longed to be but for one key detail. This wasn't only lust though, in an earlier more thoughtful moment she had realized that being here covered in covered in the physical manifestation of excitement for what she hoped would be her masters. It hung in the hot, almost liquid air and squirted on her from the excited cunts all around, this was the closest thing to a religious experience that she had ever had. The desperate thrusting of her small against the vibrators pleasuring all three of her holes and nipple clamps, all with a mind of their own, and the mini orgasms she was experiencing periodically almost looked like a seizure. Her masturbation fantasy was completed by the remnants of an SS uniform which Tomoko wore, now mostly torn off to better pleasure herself. The sight of herself in armband and cap on the screen managed to register in her overheated, oxygen deprived brain though. She moaned into my ear telling me how much she loves me. I was actually mesmerized by it all. "That's strange her room is on the other side of school." The two loved each other as much as my brother. They started fucking as Amy wrapped both her legs and arms around him. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him again? It wasn't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin's musky seed. We had made out asian a little on her birthday. “Shower? “Even though Gort has told masturbating you Japanese Porn that a part of your duties for me would include sex?” She obviously didn’t want about a quarter of a pint of japanese cum spraying all over her bedding so she brought her head forward and took my cock into her mouth. It was amazing to see the big masturbation man crouched over the helpless little girl, pounding his cock into her cunt from behind, making her cry out with every fierce thrust. Christina returned with a thick wool blanket, and Michael stripped to his boxers and wrapped himself in the blanket.