I assume she's talking about Connie. "Not happy at all. University friends of yours. Threatening to involve Amnesty International for heaven's sake. H...w absurd. They ought to worry about oppressive regimes, not bother with free western governments that are only protecting their citizens' interests." Her rant against the liberal left continues all the way to Connie's office.Connie is waiting looking as cool, collected and efficient as ever, although her tight lipped expression hints at. He stepped closer. Preoccupied, neither his wife nor daughter were aware of his appearance and, although the donkey saw him, the dumb brute didn't give a damn. Closer still, he moved. There was a rushing of blood in his ears and, through that sound, he heard the donkey's cock hiss up his wife's cunt, and he heard the moist slurping sounds as they slobbered into each other's cunts. One thing was crystal clear in John's mind. No matter what he did, he was not going to corrupt them any further. I was not looking forward to that return. I was also not really looking forward to wearing actual clothing again. For the entirety of our journey, my ‘attire’ had consisted of swim trunks and sandals, and occasionally a t-shirt at night. Aura’s ‘attire’ had been similar: bikini, sandals, perhaps a t-shirt at night, and the silver belly chain which she always wore regardless of the occasion. Dinner finished, the tent erected near the tree line, the canoe firmly beached on the sand, the meager. " She turned back to Deia as she finished shaking hands with the Kavalian Jiss and faced Qurot. It was Athani who noticed that the Prime Minister didn't so much as bat an eye at Qurot's obvious attempt to make his appearance more intimidating than he was. "Commander ... a pleasure." She spoke bowing her head slightly. Deia didn't smile as Qurot grunted at her, dismissing her almost casually. She turned back to Jalersi who was giving Qurot an evil glare for his actions."I must apologize for what.