. into oblivion anyway, but now that I know it's you, and that it's just us, well it's just so... BAD. I like bad, and bad with a big cock is even bet...er."She stopped talking, and started bouncing on my shaft, setting her huge tits jiggling with life. Her eyes saw mine, entranced by the movements, and she pressed her boobs to my face. "I believe someone wanted to bury their face in these," she smiled, fucking herself happily. I slobbered all over her jugs, biting her nipples and sucking them. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. After a silence and a sip of his tea, he asked, “How old are you?”“Why do you want to know?” I asked, smiling, our eyes meeting. I felt relaxed with him and wanted to be playful. I took a sip of my tea and again looked at him over the rim of the cup.“Just curious,” he said, sitting back in his chair, stretching his legs to the side towards me.“I’m old enough to know what I want,” I said, putting my cup down.“Oh, really,” he said, looking into my eyes.. A heretofore unknown Rubens original could be worth, who knows how much? And what was it doing here in a backwoods country antiques shop in Alabama? CHAPTER 3 As Gordon marveled at the painting he heard a soft voice behind him. ‘You like that woman,’ the voice said in an almost melodic tone. Gordon was taken aback by the question. He was looking at a priceless Rubens, yet the voice was right. It wasn’t the painting that attracted him. It was the woman. To his surprise he felt something he. “Tink, would you please give me an hour’s privacy to collect my thoughts?” “Y-y-yes, my Master,” Tink said in a shaky voice. Quickly she put on her tunic. She threw her arms around Hook and said, “I love you!” “And you love him too…” Hook said, more as a statement than a question. “Yes, my love, I love him too.” “Please wait a minute,” Hook said and he took the long red ribbon with the Chinese lettering and pinned it around her body, holding her wings furled. “Please go somewhere and give me.