He began stirring, and Fender breathed a sigh of relief.Based on the kobold bodies next to him, it looked like Agate had taken out the kobolds whom he...had engaged in melee with, before he had been downed by the crossbow bolts. Vennoa turned her attention back to the kobolds with the crossbows. It looked like they were taking aim again, preparing to fire another salvo at Agate and Fender.Vennoa hastily cast a firebolt towards them. The firebolt didn’t hit any of the four kobolds, but was enough. She is naked, as naked as Kip is right now, that poor boy. She issupposed to be helping him, and what happens? She loses her pad toanother Advisor while vomiting up her breakfast because she happened tosee a picture of lady parts.Stupid, stupid sissy. Trusting a man who wasn't paying you. Did youreally think he wanted to be friends? With you? The town trollop? He'syour enemy, you silly girl! There are no friends here!She hangs the skirt over a towel rack to dry.She is still wearing heels, pale. Fuck my ass." And whose ass does this belong to," he smirked."You. You own my ass. It belongs to you. Both our asses belong to you, to use, to cum in. Please cum in my ass master. Let me feel your hot cum back there,"It didn't take Ron long as he did shoot his load into my ass. The first load of cum in my ass but it would not be my last. Ron has fucked my ass countless times and shared it with other friends of his as well. The women take delight in fucking me as well, although there is nothing. But I had another trick. I knew a guy who knew a guy at IRS ... let's just accept that most folks don't get a new SS number unless the law was involved. Lisa was in Colorado Springs running a boutique style thrift store. My mole told me that it wasn't doing too well, she'd had some trouble making her FICA deposits and a credit check turned up some delinquencies and lates.I hopped a plane with a cropped photo so I wouldn't make a mistake in identity and next day I walked into the shop. Sure.