No, somehow I was goingto have to gain his confidence. Somehow I had to make him trust meenough that he'd want to tell me where they were.And that was...going to be the hard part!"Claire!" Eric opened the door to my timid knock and practically scootedme in. "Good to see you again! Have some Java?" He pointed to anominously gurgling glass pot half-filled with coffee so strong that thesunlight striking it cast a shadow on the floor."Er-- no thank you." I half-smiled, looking around at the. "The woman with no name put on the tunic and walked out the front door of her cell, the cell that had been her home for months. She had only the tunic for clothing, it was a fabric made from rough cloth and her feet were bare. Outside of her cell were the other trainees who were to be sold at auction at the market today as well, there were six others just like her, nervous and excited.She, and her fellow trainees were paraded from the carriage they arrived in at the theater. With her tunic. Each time her pussy touched his cock he could feel the wetness.Letting go of her wrists he kissed his way back down to her pussy, licking her sex slit for several minutes, and then he spread her lips and took her clit into his mouth. The moment his lips pulled on her clit, she howled and flooded his mouth and face with her hot juices. Her entire body started convulsing and writhing around on the bed, her hands entangling themselves in his hair, pulling hard. The orgasm was so intense she. ’ ‘Oh really?’ I said. ‘I’m going to check into that. If I find that Thomas P. Cook has any inside track on buying it, I might just have to give Bettina an interview.’ ‘Woe betide Thomas P. Cook.’ said Cindy. ‘Crowbars a’comin’ at him.’ ‘Commander, are we going to be hit by the budget cuts?’ asked Theo Washington. ‘I’ve been working hard with the Chief and Sheriff to have the Council accept our plan of reducing our numbers through attrition… retirements, resignations to go to other jobs,.