Their priests give kickbacks." Tim made shooing motions, "go ... arrange an appointment. Tell the king he's being set up."On a pretty cerulean day, no... a cloud in the sky, Wendy met the king and his tax collector. The king arrayed his entire army, all twelve fighting men, nicely ranked, on the city side of the Holy hill The taxman brought his 'enforcement' department, ten armed bullies.'Well, thought the king, 'there's one for The Wendy. She said his army was almost as big as mine.'The taxman. You said if I cooperated you wouldn’t hurt me?. ‘ I lied’. Her new protest was cut short as she felt cloth being wedged into her mouth. Then she felt his fingers at the tape covering her eyes, and blinked against the light as he pulled it free. He looked down at her, his face still that kindly, deceiving mask, and said- ‘well, sort of lied.’ As she blinked, confused and blinded by the dappled sunlight he went on. ‘I ain’t gonna let you go- but I ain’t gonna kill you either.’ As she. Soft footsteps carried from the other side of the door, and a few secondslater there was the sound of a security chain being unfastened. Theresident of the house had obviously checked the situation through thepeephole first. Then the lock rattled, the door opened ajar and the head ofa brown-haired woman peeked out."Oh, it's you!" she said in a melodious voice and opened the door properly."Sorry to have kept you waiting! I tend to get kinda jumpy when strangersring my doorbell." No problem,". Click, the shadow of a nipple. Click, The tension of her skin. Click. Her tongue presses against the keystone of her lips. Click, the arches of her hips offered. Click, the cleft of her pussy reveals the cover of Les Fleurs du Mal.Sometimes you just get lucky. Only one frame left when she opens her eyes. Deep and dark pupils looking into the lens. Surprise turns to fear turns to lust, filaments of cum and mascara drip from her eyelashes.You press a finger on her lips. Don't break the moment.