“Eh. It was OK. I could have done with more romance and less angry medieval men.”You roll your eyes. “It was a fantasy movie. Not a romcom! Demo...s, kings, nights, magic!” You grin wistfully as you think about the movie. “I would love to live that!”Lyndsey laughs, almost mockingly. “Seriously? Did you check out the women in that movie? They were helpless. You really want to live in a world where you were that helpless and at the mercy of all those men?”Inwardly, you feel your heart race at the. I deduced (here, I refused to use the slang term: 'deducktid' – it sounded just too stupid, to me) that there must be something to hide, since they took such elaborate steps to hide the funding. The Institute for Sensible Power Policy was funded exclusively by the U.S. coal industries; or what seemed to be mostly coal industries. They were diversified, and some of them had natural gas or nuclear extraction interests.In any case, it seems that Mr. Stone was, indeed, not a friend of the BIA. He. Angelina had to push back hard with her legs to stop herself being pushed over by his hard thrusts into her arse. Her arse tingled from the pounding and her wrists hurt from the cuffs cutting into them. As he got just near the brink he pulled out sharply and grabbed her hips. Before she could register what was going on, he rolled her onto her back, twisting her hair and crushing her arms uncomfortably under her. Angelina’s large breasts jiggled as she landed, before Greg straddled her upper. This time with a grunt."You've done this before, just admit it."I was silent and she went about her business. She pulled out an A-Framefloral pattern dress and told me to lift up my arms. As it cascadeddown my body I couldn't hold in my smile."I knew it!" she shouted. "Let's put on some makeup."Twenty minutes later I was in full dress with expertly done makeup. Iwas amazed at how good she was at applying it but didn't say a word."Glass of wine?" she asked."Sure." I said.She ran down the stairs.