"You just can't leave all your money toa bastard child you've never even seen ... the daughter of-of a commonperformer -- or worse!" I can and I will..." Uncle Hubert's voice grated more firmer than ever. "Thelawyers have already rewritten my will, and all I have to do know is find thechild... And by damn, I'm going to! Now get out of here, all of you --except you Martin -- Go on, get out!"The others were herded from the room by a nurse who looked like apro-football linebacker and I was left. He told me to take my time, reminding me to wear his favorite outfit. I assured him I would.He said "See you soon baby."After he hung up, I was incredibly nervous and excited and finished getting ready as quickly as I could. At the last minute I applied thick lipstick, eyeshadow, and rouge to my face, and throwing some jeans on over my slut outfit, got into the car. On the way over I touched my cock constantly, thinking about what I was about to do. I brought my glass dildo with me, because I. We rode up to the guards posted outside the gate and halted when they ordered us to. We were in luck as to language: they spoke a version of the same Greek we normally used, so we could understand each other.I said that we were from a caravan moving south to escape the bad weather farther north, and I would like to speak to the town fathers (that's the way the word translated). The chief guard asked us to wait while he sent a man to see if the town fathers were available to meet with me.While. She said in all the time they'd been living there, she had never seen Hassan near it. But she qualified that statement by saying the basement was pretty much off limits to the women except for punishment anyway.I nodded and let them look into the opening. On the other side of the opening, was a tunnel that seemed to be made out of three-foot diameter culvert sections. Just on the other side of the opening, was a cardboard box. I reached through, grabbed it, and then handed it to Basheera. They.