He dropped his gaze to the artist’s hand, where it was slowly rubbing back and forward. He looked back up at his face and his tongue emerged again t... slither wetly across thin lips, ‘Sorry Sir,’ he said. ‘I didn’t see you there.’ The artist shifted his gaze to the middle aged woman, still masturbating behind the old man, still clutching the chair and still with her eyes closed, apparently oblivious to the two men. ‘My models aren’t usually so generous,’ he said. ‘Are you going to fuck her?’. He had a trimmed beard and seemed confident enough to look Marcos in the eye. Rings of gold were on his hands and a circle necklace was worn about his shoulders. His shirt seemed to be silk. Marcos figured that would be his next target for questioning.“Well then, since you are leaving so soon we hope you can have a meeting tonight. Lord Panthi please have a safe trip.” The Queen finished and rose.Marcos turned and left to walk back past the angry glares of impotent men who voted away their. At first, only actors came out, but then patrons started showing up, and they began shooting.They had shot off about half their ammunition when fire trucks and cops started showing up. At that point, George ordered a change of targets and the city employees began to fall like hailstones. This was when George was able to use his Molotov Cocktails against the trucks and cop vehicles. Damn, George made a point to notice the return on investment one got from a Molotov Cocktail.Some of the people. She longs to be worn out, body and soul. Leaving bruises or scars on her body makes her horny all over again. Be warned, though-- she despises touch other than sexual touch. Hugs are not her thing. Ties, scarves, and handcuffs, however… She loves it when you bend her over and push her face down and enter her from behind forcefully, igniting her flesh as it rubs roughly on whatever is beneath her as you thrust deeply into her.Then there is Dominique. She is everyone’s best friend. She giggles.