Showing some of her own hidden eagerness, Aja returned the smile, all the while fighting the urge to also look back and catch a glimpse of that gorgeous redhead. Who knew? It might be her final chance. Instead she focused her efforts on trying to peek past the heads and shoulders of the few women still between her and the entrance, wondering what sort of theme the decorators had gone for this asian year. Despite the attempt, she still hadn't figured it out by the time she had passed through the doors, in that moment experiencing for the first time the stage that would be the backdrop for her death. The organizers had aimed for the appearance of a high class, tastefully extravagant sitting room. All about the room were rich hues of red fabric and gold trim, purple draperies hung framing false windows with a dark, simulated forest beyond the glass. It was a decor that might not have looked out of place for a billionaire's private den, or a supervillan's lair. Something of it spoke of culture, of decadence, sweet things purchased at high prices and kept private from the rabble. Rare pleasures enjoyed in rarefied surroundings. Aja loved it. japanese An erstwhile commenter in Pop Party fan sites, she'd personally gone to bat to defend some of the less liked themes that had been used in past events. It was her own opinion that each one was a work of art, a practice in tuning your perspective so that you could appreciate it's full beauty. Critics seemed to her stuck, unable to shift their viewpoint to the proper place required to enjoy the scene to its fullest. This, however, was beyond reproach. Everywhere Aja looked she saw nothing less than the perfect place for her Popping, a video clip of her own corpse's creation waiting to happen at every red velvet couch, every daybed, every table and chair. It all seemed designed to be a perfect place to dump her guts while cumming out her last... which of course, it was. Unable to stop marveling at it, Aja stepped cumshot slowly through the huge room, glancing upward at the cameras that hung at odd angles from the ceiling. Having looked through such cameras countless times in her life, she could appreciate the viewpoints that had been chosen. In fact, her appreciation only grew as she slowly grasped just how masterfully the furniture had been positioned throughout the ballroom-sized space, every angle covered for a popping in any conceivable location. It stood out to her to be the threesome work of some of genius of fung-shei, or a mastery of perhaps an even more advanced art. Aja blinked and looked down, pushed out of her own brief reverie as she felt a hand touch lightly upon her shoulder. Erin was looking curiously up at her, the diminutive asian seeming confused as to why Aja was staring with such fascination at the furniture. Giving a huge sheepish grin, Aja felt herself amateur suddenly lurch away from such silly concerns, drawn out of her old obsessions by that simple touch. The reality of the situation hit her like a kiss to the heart, a light, carefree feeling spreading out from her chest. It didn't matter what the decor was. This was the end she could feel it even with her control there was no way cumshot she could stop it. Sheila was trying to be nice, almost like a friend. But it did start turning her on some. Alejandro asked me if I thought that Kate and Zoe would like to star in one of his videos. He can't make me cum like you can. He mounted her. How the hell could I explain threesome the very explicit photographs that the guys had sent them. They also stuffed a large gag ball in her mouth and taped it in place so she could not scream. She breathed a sigh of relief, and as she walked over to me, I could see a small wet patch forming right at the base of her thong. I felt her start to bob her head up and down along my shaft. From two years ago when I was admiring my daughter’s (and her friend’s) ass in her pink little booty shorts, to her poking my cock while watching that stupid romantic comedy movie, to the past day and half, it all seemed so surreal. As she slowly maneuvered around the japanese furniture she confessed to her amateur asian brother, “Man Derek, I’m really fucked up. The power I had. The pain the merciless voltage brought was something beyond words. That somehow made things even more scary. Then she turned to her dresser mirror and threw off her house coat. I showed Ryan, all our red butts. He said as he stroked her hair and head. She got up on her knees keeping me deep inside her. Woke up feeling very horny and excited baby.