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In these days of security cameras backed by facial recognition software, of millimeter-wave scanners, or constant electronic surveillance, who would ever consider any place as open and innocuous as a mall food court to be someplace dangerous?

Certainly none of the people casually moving in and out of area, who might feel a slight tingle at the back of their minds as they cross the food court's outer border, but they didn't see or hear or even do anything unusual while they were there, did they? No, everyone within that space is very clearly comfortable there, like the overweight young woman behind the Sbarro counter who was currently having her pussy eaten by her quarterback classmate who just the other day had mocked her in the school hallway. Or the career women at the corner table, spontaneously modeling their latest purchases from Victoria's Secret for one another, a fashion show that was quickly descending into a girl-on-girl tryst. Or the female security guard getting double-teamed by the teenage delinquents she'd been escorting out of the mall after catching them shoplifting.

And the one most clearly at ease with his surroundings was the handsome, dark haired man in the center of it all, sitting at a table with a beauty from Hot Dog on a Stick kneeling between his legs, the top of her brightly-colored uniform dress pulled down to her waist, and her equally garish hat bobbing up and down while she sucked his cock.

This man was the only one really watching, really seeing everything going on. And as such, he was the one who saw when she entered the zone of his control.

Date: 2017-02-25 01:01 am (UTC)
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The first thing most people tended to notice about Masane was her chest. There were a number of jokes that had been made about it, not the least of which referring to her as Masamune, though the translation intended by it was "Undefeatable Breasts". That she was also a bearer of the Witchblade enriched the name, but was irrelevant at the moment. She was the perfect image of a MILF with the shape of her chest and rear, especially for a Japanese woman.

"Come on Riko. Let's get some lunch and then I promise we'll get you that game you wanted." She smiled at her adoptive daughter as they walked into the food court, oblivious to the depravity going on around them. She had a number of clothing bags tucked onto her arm while her little girl followed holding hands. The black haired child smiled and nodded, holding her own bag of new cooking utensils as they walked up to one of the food counters.


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