The only person at the table not taken in by her music was the Old Emperor, the King That Was and first lord of man, who had ruled the world when it w...s yet young. He was an ancient man, more than matching the Crone in age, with heavily lined skin and hands covered in blue veins.Or so it appeared.Hidden behind the Old Emperor's rheumy eyes and concealed from even the powers gathered at the table was Mor, the world's greatest thief who had stolen the Emperor's place, role and face for the. He told me that he needed to check out the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom because he was going to install some new ones for us as he wanted to spruce the place up a little before it got too badly out of condition. He followed me through to the kitchen and I watched him with his tape measure and he didn't seem to try and hide his increasingly long and obvious glances at my tits. He soon finished and went into the bathroom and after a minute or so he called me in. He asked me to stand at the. Their body language says all. Yours said you had something to do, some place to go and wanted to get started. Right?" Well yeah. Right. But most people would ask lots of questions." I'm not most people." He winked. "would you feel better if I asked a ton of questions."I laughed. "Actually, yes." Ok. Why are we going into the city? Why did you need a truck? How come you came to me? What took you so long to come to me? Ummm ... That enough?" Much better. Now I get to decide if I tell you to mind. Think of how he felt as he danced on the rope for the pleasure of women, think of how I may have you indulge that pleasure for me one day...” Creed could hold his seed no longer,her words sending him over the edge into the blissful release of a submissive orgasm; the dark hint that being noosed by Agnes might be her whim, and the immediate pleasure of the cane - his automatic punishment for soiling her sheets - had him spend his mess in a turgid torrent to ensure the cane was applied with.