He looks up at me, a G-string in his hand, ?you know that there is a death penalty, for trafficking drugs in Oman, with no appeals?. As he looks at me... I look at him, worrying, getting startled for a moment. At that time, without me noticing, he lets a plastic bag, fall from under his sleeve. Covering it with my clothes. ?But you have nothing to hide, do you?? ?No?, I reply. My voice shaky. He continues to search through my bag, and pauses, looking up from my bag, and looks around, signalling. I turned it over in my hand, puzzled as to what it could be. Finally I took and knife and tried to scratch it , but didn't make the slightest mark. The metal seemed to be impervious to damage. I struck it with a hammer once, then twice, and a third time, and suddenly it began to glow a wierd color of green, and I jumped back in awe. A strange kind of feeling came over me and I lay down and rested for a moment, feeling light headed. In an instant I found myself being sucked off by a very. Not on the counter I have a better idea, this will get messy."Fin, sucked the hot pink tight cunt in a quick slurp; licked her lips and peeked over her pelvis to look at Kia speak. She smiled and thought, "Yea your right, but what--Oohh! You naughty Kia! Yea hehe, take off your skirt and come on, Ill turn it on." As Fin said this, she was already shoving her own pants down her legs and hopping with one leg in them and the other out while turning around and hopping to the glass shower door. She. The town wasn’t any big deal, nothing too fancy or elegant about it. To be honest, apart from the regional police HQ and the neo-classical façade of the City Hall, there was very little in the way of amenities or local landmarks that would entice or encourage a visitor to stay. That is of course, if we are focusing solely on legitimate Joes with legitimate interests. You see, Hammerstock had an open secret: it was the vice capitol of the entire state. Here, illicit booze or moonshine (although.