Still, the minimal price for spying was imprisonment until one had three character references, and had donated a sum of five hundred dinars to the kin...dom, and had agreed to clean public baths and toilets for a period determined by where one had been caught spying. If the offender couldn’t do any of the three, their time in prison would be for a whole year, and they would work for the kingdom in prison as well. The Sultana fixed the minister with a steely glare. The boy’s spying had won them. Probably the best thing I can do right now is give you a lot of encouragement so you don’t get distracted.’ With that remark, I couldn’t help but look again at the bulge in her tight shorts and then at her nipples poking at her tank top. I made no effort to hide my interest that her encouragement might not be limited to my thesis and the project. My interest didn’t require her to be a mind reader. ‘There are good distractions and bad ones, Tom,’ she chided good-naturedly. ‘Sometimes timing is. “Hurry,” she whispered, “in case the manager shows up.” I put the camera to my face and began snapping away. She walked around the room, posing as I took her picture. She went from room to room. I followed dumbly, with my cock leading the way. I was so hard that it was about to rip through my shorts. She walked into the bathroom and climbed into the bathtub. “I think two could fit in here,” she said as she lay back and stretched her legs wide. “See anything you like?” she whispered as she. He sighed, "Do you think this is appropriate? What would your mother think of this?" But she's not home." I replied with a wink, my heart racing. "Cori ... no. Go change." He said firmly."Daddy please, let me get a tan first." I said handing him my sunblock. He sighed defeated as he splashed some sunblock onto his hands and bent down. He did my calves first, gently pressing. I was afraid at first that he would see my juices dripping through my bikini bottom but then I simply stopped caring..