You help me out just like you did with the farmer.”The priestess is shaking her head. “We could do that, but I am not sure it would be enough. You...would be the goddess, not the land. Much of the power of a noble in this rite is for everyone from the lowest to the highest to worship the goddess. You cannot be the noble and the goddess at the same time.”“Then how will it work?” Aubrielle asks.“I don’t know. A priestess should take the role of supporting you rather than having your whore do that.”. "What the hell do you think you are doing Goldman? The police in three states are on the look out for you and have issued orders to shoot on sight! You are currently suspended and will probably be thrown off the FBI! Why did you break into that house, blow the safe and shoot that woman?"I did not shoot anybody! That woman was tied up but fine when we left. We only blew the safe to get evidence on Marks. He is your real criminal!" It was your gun that shot and killed that woman. You committed. As per all the portals to the citadel, this entrance bore no semblance of gate or barrier; the feminine inhabitants within feared, nothing from without the citadel walls, and what marked this open entrance personified that smug feminine arrogance, exciting many of the intact males to a masochistic arousal.A huge feminine colossus stood framed within the magnificent portal, its white marble figure, standing with legs astride, through which the pathway ventured. With hands on broad hips, in a. She was relishing the massage of my hand over her pussy. My eyes repeatedly stared at her huge round boobs.They were moving in sync with her breath. I felt a tinge of wetness leaking from her pussy. I removed the hand from her saree and told her to open her eyes. She blushed and signalled me to follow, walking towards the main spot. I took a deep breath out and licked her cum off my hand.I told my mind to relax to make my dick sleep for a few minutes before the marathon session. Rashmi was a.