Nobody had ever heard of anyone who had been caught three times.Birgit had heard about those boxes, but they hadn’t found their way to the smaller t...wns, yet. I had heard that some people were envious of those living in the Northwest coast since there was no such tax collected there. Too few people and not so much trade - and even less money used. Just how would you pay your tax with deer skins or with beef?The tax increase was still a common cause of complaints. To me the prices looked quite. I closed my eyes for a second and I felt his thick cock hit the side of my face, leaving a trail of pre-cum. I opened my eyes, looked directly at him, and just nodded. I opened my mouth, and just like that, he slid the head in. My tongue swirled his cock and then went to work on the underside, just like my wife did to me. I reached out and grabbed the other dancer's cock with my hand and stroked it for a bit so he wouldn't feel left out.I was now under their power. I let go completely and. .. I have missed tobacco too much!” Ursula declared as she returned to Clothilde’s body and took a drag, “oh, I am going to love staying in this body of yours permanently, with your consent now! I love it! I have to warn you that sometimes, I’ll want to take control of you!”“Do it ... take control of me sometimes! It will really confuse some people! I love the sound of that! You’ve done it before. No reason to act the blushing innocent now, is there, ma cherie?” Clothilde encouraged Ursula to. She extinguished the spark he once had. She was so used to being the “Boss” all day. Surviving in a man's world, living up to her reputation as a demon in the boardroom, demanding respect. She forgot to leave that persona at the office and brought it into the home. He hadn't been her partner, she treated him like an underling, like one of her staff. He'd wanted to make her happy, to make her life easier. He loved her, worshipped the ground beneath her feet. He had tried to be understanding..