I watched the way her pussy juices ran down her quivering thighs, and felt a pang of jealousy. With everyone busy, would I have to go out to a BDSM club to have my needs fulfilled? Faltia marched through the arab tent flap, and stopped. “Whoa,” she said, “what the fuck is going on here?” “Trade negotiations, Captain.” I said dryly, “The Lowlands has just agreed to buy our silver for cost, and has forgiven the debt we owed. We will trade freely between each other, and will discuss bilateral trade with the dwarves once their emissary arrives. Since Alkandra and Ardeni are so far away from Vachter Dormus, it is likely that we’ll have to build trade outposts along our southern highways. In order to fund that, we’ll have to start taxing our citizens.” “They won’t like that.” “It won’t happen immediately. We’re still using Lowland currency here, and King Dreus is more than happy to throw us some blowjob extra cash to incentivize that use. Eventually, we’ll have to build a treasury of our own, and a mint of our own, and that means distribution of wealth, and tax collection.” “And who better than you?” “Prestira Rasloraca was said to be a genius with money, but in her absence, I guess it is me who will take on that mantle, yes.” I scribbled the last few lines of the trade agreement, then added my signature. “I will personally take on the role of tax collector.” “So that everyone can vent on you?” “Precisely. If they’re going to call me a filthy money-grubbing whore for taking their money, I might as well earn the title, hmm?” I reached beneath the desk, and with a grunt, I hoisted a massive anal cone onto the tabletop. “Now,” booty I said, turning to Faltia, “you are going to help me make this disappear.” She looked from me, to the cone. I dawned my masochistic persona, and wiggled excitedly in the chair with a wide smile. “Hurt me?” I giggled, “Please, Captain?” ADRIANNA Alkandra at night was something to see. Fires of a hundred different colors burned from the lampposts, American warm hearths shown through windows, and the big ass streets were filled with life. Both arab if the guys were ‘wanking off’ and if one of the staff was peeking a look to blowjob cause some kind of trouble for them. Just don’t tell mom. “Go on,” Grace said, nudging Anthony, who was more or less in a state of shock looking at Chloe’s big ass naked body. My sissy slut's little cock was hardened on booty the inside of the cage, straining against the metal restraints. "Well, mother had found out and was curious how good you were," Sean's eyes went dead, his brain American stopped thinking. Would like to try something a lot more exotic with you. We termed Johnny as our medical director. When she had both hands locked around it Richard gave out a soft groan. SMACK! Slowly i stood up and wanted to do my morning routine. Cindy took the opportunity to clamp her lips onto one of Stacy’s fat, suck-able nipples. “This fucking cunt,” he said kicking him again in the stomach, “tried to rape our girl.” CGB stopped suddenly, his smile disappearing. “You have to be… responsible… for it…” She moans as she shove her juices coated fingers into my mouth. There was something in his gaze that made my better instincts tell me to run but I seemed to be rooted to the spot. When I asked where they were, Tom pointed to his room, where the door was shut.