“Now, let’s see if I can get this thing open. Knowing my luck, though, it’s full of water and anything in it is spoiled.”The latches were simp...e enough and there were six of them. “Shit, they really meant for this thing to stay closed,” he muttered as he flipped the last one open. Raising the lid proved to be something altogether different. As he put more effort into it, his feet went out from under him and he slid the few feet into the edge of the stream.“Fuck!” he yelled out as he came to his. She took my prick in her hand, and swung a leg over me.“I have a special ‘local member’ here that I can petition to get some relief for a problem,” she said, laughing. “Do you think he will be able to stand again after this parliamentary session?”She rose up and down on my shaft; her hands pressing down on my shoulders.“If I ask the honourable member to spurt into my cunt, would that be classified as ‘unparliamentary language’? I would hate to have this stopped on a point of order.”She kept up. I pull my shirt off and lean over you. Your eyes suddenly confused. Yes, Im a woman, I say as you stare at my chest, and this is going to be the best fuck youve ever had. I pull a knife from my back pocket and flick it out. I admire its blade as you squirm underneath me. I smile at my reflection and move it over your long, golden hair. I bring the blade down the side of your cheek and watch as it catches here and there but never cuts. This knife isnt to kill you, so relax, I whisper into your. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The knocks came much harder and much faster this time, with Ashley's urgency shining through. "Come in!" came a voice from somewhere deep within the entrance, and Ashley pushed the door open. It was an extravagant ballroom, with two stairs to either side which leads upstairs to a balcony, and doors at the left and right of the stairs. Dead center in the balcony stood a rich-looking man, wearing a tastefully old-fashioned suit, with a fine walking stick in his hand."Welcome,.