He could imagine the acrid taste of thepride and anger that was being swallowed but he merely smiled into the man'sred face and waited. "Yes, well… ...r. Baldachino then." The big man choked out at last. "What can I do for you, Mr. Zamut." Edgar asked smoothly. "I have come with a proposition for you." "And what might that be, Mr. Zamut?" "You have been expanding your business interests. I wish to expand as well.I need larger boats to reach the deep water schools. I thought I might offeryou a. That’s the Romanian word for grandmother. She watches out over me.”“You’re ... .... Romanian?” I asked, looking back and forth from the hag in the picture frame to the luscious body on the bed next to me.“Yes,” she said as she sat up on the bed. “My full name is Marti Fermecatoare. I shortened it because most Americans can’t pronounce it and no one can spell it.” She laughed slightly and added, “... that and the fact that fermecatoare is the Romanian word for witch.“You’re a witch?” I asked in. His cum had a much stronger taste, and was much thicker and abundant. As my fingers slid out of my tight hole, I wrapped my lips around them trying to hopefully taste some of the remains of his seed. It tasted so yummy, and I felt like such a dirty slut.After I got dressed and began my day, I walked upstairs to find an empty house. I wandered into my mom's room, and my nose was sniffing the air trying to catch a whiff of the sex smell that Sam had left behind. She had made up her bed, and. "The short answer is 'People like you.' Not too much like you I hope, but other members of the press and the public. All meetings of the Citizens Betrayed by their Government Committee will be open to the public, we'll have webcams streaming our meetings live for anyone in the world to watch, and all our minutes and other documentation will be available online. Applicants will have to agree that everything we have about them will be made public because we won't tolerate important decisions.