But you're pretty picky about words for an Alabama girl who calls a powder room the 'loo.'"It was her turn to laugh. "I got that in England when I was...over to sing Covent Garden"—London's opera house. "It seemed so much more delicate than saying 'potty' or 'john' or, even worse, 'crapper.'"Now that one I could go along with.We continued to talk idly as she ate. She was as delightful in the morning as she'd been the previous day; I know some people tend to awaken grumpy and only warm up. “As far as your shirt goes,” I took the opportunity to tweak both nipples, which I discovered were NOT hidden behind a bra, “I like your tits. It doesn’t matter what shirt you wear.”Many times in the past, I had wondered how a slim woman could eat so much, so I had cut up a large chef’s salad in anticipation Linda would be hungry.We ate and made small talk.She had stayed on poor Gary’s ass to make up his bed, wash the dishes, turn the television off by 10:30, and more…Gary got fed up and. This was driving me wild and the pleasure was building, I had cum on my face, the taste of it in my mouth and was still blindfolded with Emma's huge cock in my ass and I could feel with every movement of her cock I was going to cum. Emma could sense this and slowly wanked me and kept the same rhythm while fucking me "you better be about to cum soon as I need to cum now" with that Emma let out a massive moan and unloaded deep inside me, I felt her hot load spray inside me, it was so hot and she. The elevator doors opened to a long room with a heavy oak table in the middle.The twelve advisors stood from their chairs. They were covered in white, silk garments. The room was dark and cool, blocking the intense desert sun, and Khozem glanced at each of their faces, smiling as though possessed by some divine hand. Pitchers of holy water were spread on the table. Advisor’s aides were seated at the perimeter, and their eyes were instantly afire and enamored by the presence of the new bavasaab..