?" Meredith said to me."How do I deal with her," I said. "She doesn't care about breaking the rules, so I can't use them to fight her." Then forget au...hority," Brandon suggested. "Fight fire with fire." I don't know how," I said. "She uses her own rules, and I don't know what they are." Well, pretty obviously, they include a disregard for other people's rules..." said Meredith."If I tried to break other people's rules, I'd get caught," I said."The use of physical violence is not ruled out at. ? As tall as he was, his thick arms layunmoving on the ground.? His sex floppedlimply against his flat belly. The attendants draped him supinely over the roughlyfashioned stone altar. His head hung back, baring his throat.? His eyes were closed and his jaw wasslack.? A junior priestess wielded thesacrificial knife while the drums and the chanting reached a crescendo.? She opened his throat while her kneelingattendant held a broad deep bowl below to catch the blood. Blood spurtedagainst the. Brad had his eyes closed. His fist pumped up and down his shaft steadily. She heard him moan. He bent forward a little, bending his knees, and began moving his hips as if he were fucking someone, thrusting his swollen cock through his curled fingers. Kayla was panting, finger-fucking herself in a matched rhythm, pretending she was the one getting fucked. She couldn’t resist moaning. Brad’s eyes flew open. He looked right at her, eyes wide. For a moment, they both froze. Then he must have. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her down and smiled pleasantly as she filled in the book. "What's the date?" she asked, instantly regretting forcing more conversation out of the.