“Kaisi buri lag rahi hoon men Pitajee …. ““Nahi jaanu, tum bhot haseen lag rahi ho. Bilkul utni haseen jitni ek larki mazey le kar chudwatey h...ay lagti hai…. Itna haseen shreer hay meri beti ka …. bilkul Amul Butter ki tarah .. Dekho mirron men, kaisay Pitajee ne apni beti ki moti tazi gaand ko pakra hua hay … aur mera Lund kaisa lag raha apni jaanu beti ki tight Choot men ….”Pitajee ne yeh kehtay huay meri gaand ko ooper uthaya, yahan tak ke unka Lund khinchta hua topi tak bahar aa gaya.“Bhot. ‘Taxes don’t vanish into thin air once they leave the peasants’ hands. What comes from the peasantry returns to the peasantry after passing through many hands. Without taxes, the peasant keeps his crop. With taxes, he pays the king. The king pays the officials. The officials pay the craftsmen. The craftsmen pay the peasants. Whoever possesses food will always be able to sell his wares. ‘By the simple act of taxation, I have multiplied the country’s wealth. Instead of one man hoarding his. " Don't eat me," Jackson sobbed. "I don't want to be melted."Suraimo reared back, a stunned expression on her face."Eat you! Euwww, gross! You didn't think... ?"Suraimo looked at Jackson, saw he did think that. She slapped him on the face."Quit it with the racism, mister! Everyone knows it's blob girls that eat people, not slime girls. And it's not that horrible either. Blob girls secrete a hormone that tricks the body into thinking pain signals are pleasure signals. Their victims are in. She thrashed her body as he placed the damp cloth on her face. “Sleep” He whispered in her ear.A hand started to rub her pussy again. She continued thrashing her body, trying to break free from the fingers between her legs. Her movements started to slow down. Her head started to feel light. “That's it. Just breathe” A voice whispered in her ear.She took a lungful of fumes from the cloth.Both men watched her eyes slowly roll.The last thing she felt was the fingers between her legs, and the world.