It barely rattled it was so full.Very patiently, Tim explained, "the taxman IS collecting twice ... but the king's storehouse only gets the first coll...ction. You need to talk to the king ... oh mighty sage." He cracked up."I tried, the taxman says he's not cheating and I can't prove he is." Sure you can. Go seek an audience I'll handle the rest." Tim paused, "you don't particularly like the taxman do you?" Fuck no ... he's cutting into my offerings. If I don't get some corn in my larder pretty. ‘Who are you?’ Well, hello! If Ana didn’t feel like an interloper at a private family gathering, she did now. Given the situation she didn’t bristle at the question’s slightly brusque delivery. But Sean’s father looked taken aback. Sean placed a hand on the small of Ana’s back. Touching her tempered the spark of red hot anger that rose up his chest. ‘This is Ana,’ he announced before she spoke. The simple words held a dark edge—one she never wanted to be on the receiving end of—as he pulled. It was hard, throbbing, eager. “Open your mouth, and suck,” he told her.Across the floor of the shelter, Telea gasped. Laurel’s face turned red with anger, and she clamped her mouth shut defiantly.He shocked her. The pain made her gasp, and he could have pushed his cock into her mouth then, but he didn’t.“You are going to contribute the only way a bimbo like you is able to, under the circumstances,” he said. “You are going to suck my cock, and I am not going to feel even a *hint* of your teeth,. Marc moves faster and faster watching Angela’s face turn again, more pleasure now, more and more pleasure with each thrust. The pain mixes exquisitely with the pleasure, and Angel’a is getting close to an orgasm, the first bit of pleasure she’s felt since they came back to Marc’s house.Marc moves faster and faster until Angela’s body starts quaking and spasming, her face contorts and then the moans come load and hard. Angela starts shrieking with pleasure but Marc keeps going faster and faster.