Neither were particularly positive accounts. She was starting to realize just how much she didn’t know.“My people do a lot of… bad things. Mostl... to each other, but the stereotypes about thefts and kidnappings, well, they have a kernel of truth to them. They’re over-inflated by racism and ignorance, of course. There’s cultural reasons for all of it, but I don’t know if I buy them as justifications anymore. At this point it’s all mostly just tradition, and excuses to not feel guilty about awful. She carefully laid the dress over the back of one of the dining room chairs and opened the box."Oh Andy," she said with a happy sigh as she drew out one of the sexy shoes. It was almost the identical color of blue as the dress, a stylish pointy-toed pump with cut-out sections at the sides. Her delicate little feet would slip into the triangular-shaped cap over the toes; then be open most of the way back, with another piece of leather at the back that would cup her heel and hold the shoe in. And how was he supposed to know when an attack occurred? On the other hand, the walls around him were stone -- solid enough to support the entire weight of a keep. Yards thick, and he had no tool for excavation.The chimney had to be a weak point. He checked. It was hard to see, but it narrowed to about the width of his head well before it reached the next level. Certainly, it was narrower than either his hips or his shoulders and had to be a longer climb than ten manheights.There was a noise. ‘You won’t tell will you’? I asked in my best little girl voice. ‘I could be convinced’ he chuckled squeezing his package. ‘I’ll be right back Ian’ I said kissing him before getting out of his car. ‘Where are you parked’? I said to the stranger. He led me to his car, he got in as I walked around to the passenger side, he had his cock out by the time I got in, ‘here you go slut’ he taunted stroking his cock, it was already hard maybe 5′, I went right to work on it. ‘Don’t get cum on my pants.