The only thing missing is a power source that can’t be cut.”DHSThe Mullahs are going nuts sir. Word out of Iran is 5 tons of reactor grade uranium...has gone missing during shipment. It can make one hell of a dirty bomb if used for that. But it isn’t so much the how, I can think of a dozen ways to make it vanish during shipment. It is the who of it.”“5 tons will last a long time in a small reactor though. The head of the NRC said several decades easy with a good design. You said that there is a. Goddess strode across the kitchen to where Phoebe was preparing desert for the evening meal.She was muttering something on the lines of “How you getting on” and “Have you got everything you need” while master was opening cupboards looking for an extra glass for himself. He found what he wanted and turned just in time to catch a glimpse of goddess and Phoebe kissing. It was over in a flash but as goddess moved her body to return to her work station chopping vegetables, Master noticed her left. Our tongues tracing over each other's skin, our fingers and hands teasing and twisting the flesh we knew caused a reaction. Our words dirty and uncompromising. Your taut nipples against my lips. My fingers exploring your hungry holes. The slow pulse of my cock nestled against your puddling cunt as we kissed, biting and sucking each other’s lips. I hadn't let you come yet though. Every time you came close, I pulled away from your glistening, wanton centre and let you suck my cock, my fingertips. They were not exactly servants, but rather they paid rent to their Lord, and they had obligations relating to labor and upkeep. They had their own quaint houses, their own fields that they were responsible for, their own livestock and crops. There was even a blacksmith, a mill, and a chapel. Iden had inherited a small town as much as his own private property, and as their Lord, he had obligations towards his dependents.Having no need of the pittance that they would accrue from renting out the.