Aroslav: Okay. I wasn't intending to have a reading.GYPSY: Yet you shuffled for five minutes. Are you afraid I stacked the deck?aroslav: Can you do th...t?GYPSY: Card.[A card is turned]Five of hearts. Proof positive that I can't stack the deck. It has nothing at all to do with your question.aroslav: Except to prove your point. What would the card say under other circumstances?GYPSY: If I were reading you? Why that you crave multiple relationships and believe you could keep them all in perfect. She pulls them down to her ankles and stands back up in her tight little white panties. Oh my god! She turns around, wiggles her little bottom and winks at me. She kicks off her shoes and pants. "Now we're even. Let me help you with these pants." Her voice sounds different; very sexy. By now I have an enormous erection and she's staring at it through my underwear. She crouches down and picks up the smaller size pants. I get a top view of her breasts through her low cut blouse. She starts to put. I was eleven years old and was on my home from school after what had probably been the most embarrassing day of my whole life." "Excuse me." interrupted Rornick. "But how could you have possibly been eleven years old then. My orders list your current age as nineteen and you look no older than that to me. That means you could have been no older than six on the night you were kidnapped." Deela gasped in surprise. "But I'm not nineteen, Rornick. I may not look it, but I'm really twenty-five. Just. I poured an ample amount of oil on my palm and slathered her soft flesh with oil, all over and between her deep crack too. More circular motions starting from the crease at the bottom of her butt pushing outwards and up. Each stroke was more wide and forcful so I had a perfect veiw of her hairy bunghole openening up wide. I asked her if she was clean up there and she said "it should be, I took a big poop today". I know better, and there's usually some residual left if I dig deep enough. And I.